Prose

The Quiet Wild

Driving through the unassuming backcountry roads of Virginia as the sun’s set shadows grace the rolling green foothills.

The roads wind with excitement. They take us to where we hope to be but can’t find on our own. It’s a path that others have been down, bored by, but is now our destination, anticipation.

Over the next hill, around that bend we peak, our attention harnessed by the mystery of it all. A novel pathway on a world we thought we knew.

Those driveways long, lead us home to a golden painted scene. Sky orange and fields sparkle, a peace calls us to where the quiet wild quiets the soul.