My Safe Harbor

     I am standing as still as stone. I open my eyes, and see that I am in a grove of redwoods. From the look of things they are like a labyrinth. They are circled around me and bent towards me as I stand motionless as if I am the statue. The towering redwoods come together above my head, and block out most but not all the sunlight. It is cool and damp with just enough sunlight streaming through the trees for me to see where I want to go. I cautiously take a step forward and take in my surroundings.  I am all alone except for the nature sounds. It is the perfect kind of quiet not too quiet that I miss the calls of the birds yet not too loud that I miss the sound of my footsteps snapping twigs as I move forward. As I make my way out of the maze of trees my surroundings slowly evolve until I have come to a new scene entirely. The sounds of the birds are still there but are now different and I realize they are soft calls of seagulls as if in a distant land. The air around me changes to misty coolness and fog is wrapped around my ankles. The ground is no longer that of a forest but now it is thick lush grass. Suddenly without warning I am at the edge of a cliff and down below is the far away land that I heard. I observe seagulls flying high above the crashing waves and white foam. I turn around to step away from the cliff and behind me is a bench that has somehow appeared. It looks as if it has been there forever. It is wooden with rusty metal arms. Growing up the sides and back are wildflowers of all colors and as I inch closer I see it has a plaque with my initials engraved on it. I sit there facing the sea. Balanced between the calm and the crazy. This is my safe harbor, my happy place, the place where even on the worst day I can be content.
-GreenGirl