The Cottage

The long drive is almost over Slowly I head down the hill In anxious anticipation Of what I will find I don't really know what I'm expecting Just something new maybe An overgrown path in the center of the road Lets me know I am one of the first I wildly shift my eyes back and forth taking in all The beauty this place gives never disappoints Sometimes it's a flower peeking through the leaves Or a vine growing, maybe a new bush Slowly I exit in anticipation of familiar scents The cedar, the green, the lake all have their own flavors As I put in the key and slowly turn the knob The scent of cottage envelops me For a second, I am at peace, home And after all is settled, and all is unpacked I listen, to the sounds of the forest I try to hear the waves, are they crashing Or still, I wonder what tomorrow will bring But for now, I lie still and exhale Nothing can find me here No stress, nothing, but peace And a familiarness felt by those before me I often wonder if they visit here too But for now, I am alone in my calm Until tomorrow, when I will explore My favorite places, do my favorite things If I want to Because here time stands still