Tuesday, October 6, 2015
I was walking along one day and saw a field. It was an amazing field, full of the most beautiful wild flowers I had ever seen. All colors; red, pink, blue, turquoise, yellow, green, mint, lime, orange, white, black, grey, purple, violet. Every color you could imagine. And it stretched on and on for miles and miles. Then I noticed them, stepping stones. As if they were placed there with such care. And so beautiful as well. Each a different color and shape, with a word scrolled on it. All written in the cutest handwriting. So I decided to follow the stepping stones. See where they would lead me. I walked on what seemed like a thousand stones, but it only took me a very few minutes. And what do you think awaited me at the end of my journey? The most beautiful little quaint cottage I had ever seen! And covering it on all sides were wild flowers, just like the ones in the field. And as I stood there staring at the house and its flowers, I was left to wonder, who lived here? What was the purpose of all this amazing, wild, beauty?