She sat there on a rock, quietly sipping coffee. This was an annual pilgrimage for her – back to the cabin that they had vacationed in for so many years. Every autumn this is where her father had taken the entire family for a week. They had stayed in the cabin, walked the trails, and followed the stream to the falls.
Not a quiet stream, this one. It was a mountain stream, quick moving, washing over the rocks with authority. with an amazing forest in the background. In autumn the leaves presented a panorama of color that kept her sitting there for many hours.
Time well spent. Most of her family was gone now, but the memories were still there.
(C) November 2011 Bonnie C ehovet