The Mountain

A place of peace and lush trees. Birds greet us on warm summer mornings as we quietly sip coffee on the screened-in porch.
The mountain called to us thirty-six years ago, and we put down roots in this pastoral paradise.
We’re blessed with serenity in our aging years.
Our friends and neighbors live in a rustic retreat across the way from our cabin in the woods.
We watched their kindergarten girls grow up and become mothers themselves.
Now a passel of grandchildren occupy their grandparents’ time. Sometimes the children come over and paint in my studio, young artists splattering paint and creativity.
Now there’s another baby on the horizon. She’s crawling and waiting for her time to explore a mountain of secrets,
while the old mountain waits to wrap another generation in its timeless arms.
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