Cody the Breault.

I eagerly drive down the winding road passing under rows of weathered oak tree’s growing towards their savior, the sun hit’s my eyes in short bursts seeping through the branches. Pulling around the corner I see a house on the top of a hill lit up by the sun. Turning up the driveway my tires rumble and grab for rocks as it pulls me up the hill. Stopping and turning off the engine I hear a dog barking frantically and see her moving the curtains on the second floor.  I step out and hear the noise of a car trying to catch it’s breath. A head peaks around a curtain and I smile and wave. The light shines brightly on the window and I don’t know if she can see me. My phone rings as she steps outside with a phone plastered to her ear. Looking down I see it isn’t her and answer it. We both exchange a smirk and I realize how technologic we have all become. Minutes pass and another car zooms around the corner and rushes up the driveway. Creaking to a stop and popping out is a girl ready for some hiking. We get ready and after a quick change, a leash for honey and a quick tighning of shoe laces. Heading towards the woods I hear the air dance through the branches singing songs of excitement.  Up a mountain and back we trek through God’s kingdom of beauty and grace. Across a stream and into the thicket of it all we take turns laughing and having an amazing time. Worn out and two hours later we arrive back at our original destination. A big circle has led us back to the house where it all started. Saying our goodbyes and promises of tomorrow, I sloutch down into my car, turn the key — bringing her back to life, kick it into reverse and take off towards God know’s what.