Meet Me At The Junction

This morning the sun burst over the hill warming the trees with its morning glow and scorching the grass before I could mount the horse. It is the warmth in the East that sets your heart on fire and mingle with the passion burning on your lips as you make that journey towards the junction. I can see them coming from the East with fire bubbling up in their belly but they quickly pivot to the north to cool the temperature down and change their night gown. They have been traveling for days with bag packs and mountain hats, they hurry to refill their dry water bottles to wet their cracked lips and soaked their dry feet in Epsom salt. I watched them searching for words to express how they feel but the words couldn't come out and tears began to flow. Each one has a story to tell of how they escape from the bottom of the well and how the night fire and the woodland character shaped their personality. It was a journey that no one could bear and it was packed with misery and fear, the woodland ,sound, the wicked witch crown and the woodpecker frowning at the bush doctor, the owl at nights created a symphony that ruins everyone's appetite and the philistine buried under the rubble crying out for help created a mountain of troubles. When darkness prowl around at night everyone sits still and listen to cracking trees and the birds talking to each other. I sat their listening to the bag packers' story and as they re-call their experience my spirit grows stronger and the north wind began to blow and cooled down the temperature See them coming from the north riding on their bountiful horses, they are going to the junction to join the celebration. There is a along line of car behind you and one Infront of you, you have got to bake the special cake and take it to the junction before it's too late. Meet me at the Junction and I will show you where the figure stands. The road is joined into two at the junction.