Cottage at the Top of the Hill

She observes.

Night needn't worry her, as she stands at the top of the hill.

Dawn brings suspense; makes us question what the day will bring...but she already knows.

Lights on distant buildings peak through the delicate mist, acting like the eyes of foxes in the trees.

Perhaps they are...she would know.

She elegantly welcomes each day as a new opporunity to grow, observe and serve.

What keeps her warm during winter...nothing but the complex blanket of green that protects her, hugs her.

She does not retreat.

She is someone's retreat. A haven.

For she is the cottage at the top of the hill.