By Chris O’Dell
A quiet breeze blew as I stood beneath the stairway to the sky. I grasped the first step. I could feel the strength of the tree’s arm as I pulled myself upward. Trusting every limb, I worked my way skyward to sights of untellable serenity. The ground far below seemed to be a desolate place where no one would want to be.
The sky looked more and more inviting as it became closer and closer. I viewed the sun in its full rites as it started its descent into tomorrow. I secured myself steadily on a limb that seemed to be built for watching the sun go down.
I eagerly awaited the arrival of evening and the colors that the sun would produce as it disappeared. The sunset was incredible. The night air overtook the country like a dark blanket.
As I made my descent, the ground somehow started to feel much more welcome.