Dicie's
100 Words - Post 30
The winding road up the mountain is pretty and green, with hairpin turns that require patience. If you round one curve too quickly you’ll miss the cabin, clinging to the cliff just below the road. A small gravel spot and adjacent portico are clues to pullover. I think some kind of mountain magic might be in play because every time I cross the threshold my heart slows and my breath evens. I go straight to the massive back deck that looks out over the impossibly lush and expansive canyon. I feel safe and calm. Deep, uninterrupted sleep is easy here.