The beautiful pine trees, the misty morning mist and the cold weather is home to me. The log cabins and the nearby river seems a scenic view that my mind has captured. It was a true beauty even in winter where snowcaps shaded the forest.
It was the flora and fauna, the miniature animals trying to hide at their self-made igloos. It was winter and the forest was still. It was such a fun time to get chunks of driftwood by the river banks. I got the logs and set a bonfire. It was what made me warm. I have been alone for years now but I can’t go back to where I once were. It’s too complicated.
My wife had hated me for leaving them. I didn’t want to leave them but I feared for their own sakes. I thought hard about it many times in this same forest from winter to autumn until I finally realized that the danger is gone. I tell myself, “the heck, I’m going home”. I put down the coffee half-filled without knowing what to expect.