The knotty pine floor felt like home to his bare feet. Smooth and warm, a stable base to stand on. It was a long journey, seemed at times so tiring and endless, that he did on occasion stop believing this place would exist. But it does. It wasn’t the destination that he acquired rather the connection he felt to where he placed his feet. He remembered that day sitting on the cement bench with the sun on his back – feet planted firmly on the dirt beneath him. He had sat breathing his mountain – steady in steady out, the wind kicking up like it did when he stood on the real mountain top some twenty plus years prior. He was grateful for those days as he was grateful for the day on the cement bench. He is grateful for the knotty pine floor.
-From Merging Worlds (2015)