every morning the country road leads east,
north on kelly hunter road is more expedient; a straight road. some would suggest it to be a shortcut. my gps has a conniption every time i ignore her directives.
more often than not, i choose to remain straight on the otherwise unnamed winding road. the rising sun casts shadows and colors on the distant mountains. deep in the valley below, goats and cows and horses give praise to the One to whom the trees clap their hands.
i am awake, and breathing, and moving forward…
this road, although longer, is my surest route home.