She awoke the next day refreshed and ready for the day ahead. Some how she'd managed to stay warm and dry through the night. The storm had turned the morning sky into a burst of yellow and reds. How beautiful the colors looked as they peeked through the forest. She began to stir, ever do gently she stood and shook the sleep from her mind. Things were much clearer now. In the brightness of the morning sky things didn't seem so scary. she began to look around for some path or landmark that would give her a clue as to which way home was. She hadn't strayed too far when she came across a path that would be the beginning of her long journey home. It wasn't much but it was a glimmer of hope and that's all it took for her. As she started along the narrow path she began to see things that were familiar to her, a tree here, a rock there. Before long she was in her territory again. she emerged from the thick tree victorious. She had done it, Home was just over the hill. Familiar sights and sounds are one of the most wonderful things when you've been away for awhile. It was truly good to be going home.
Julie Senechal
March 28, 1995
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