I Return Here Often

flash-fiction

I used to love sitting out on the patio, under the trees, just enjoying my coffee and lookiing up through the branches, into the sky. It was so very peaceful. This is where many of my answers came from – answers to life’s big problems, and to its little ones.

Then I moved on – learning took on many new forms. But I was always able to find my center, to find my peace.

I come back here occasionally, to reminisce. I stay a while,  then I go back. This marks my portal from one world to the next – I am buried here, under the trees.

(c) October 2016 Bonnie Cehovet
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