A Trip

The day was young, the sky gray but beautiful, and the sun was low in the sky, having not yet fully ascended to its throne in the heavens. Only a few hours had passed since waking, and the spark of life stirred everything. A small girl lays in the grass beneath the shade of an oak, staring skyward, limbs outstretched. She sighs, sitting up and looking out into the world beyond. A street, a neat row of houses, a field, a forest. The idea of traveling, anywhere, is to enticing. But where to?

Down the Street or Through the Field