A Place of PeaceA Place of PeaceA Place of Peace by Jamamma
It was early morning, out on the porch a young man sat. Resting his head as time passed him, against a wood railing twice as old as him. The dawn slowly crept up, raising it's sleepy head above the ridge of mountains, turning them a bluish black in the dawn's shadow, higher and higher the sun crept, chasing Lady Moon across the horizon. As the sun pulled itself into the sky, light spilled across the dew-dappled forest, reflecting off the water droplets, shinning like gold.
The young man watched with held breath at the majesty of the sight. Sitting there watching nature wake. Birds spiraled above him, chasing each other around the yard and around the fences. He drew in a deep breath as the wind picked up; whirling fallen leaves around in miniature tornadoes across the porch, watching the wind dance the leaves right up the wall.
The young man sat and watched as a squirrel scampered up to him, stopped in front of the steps and sitting back, held his paws i