Around That Corner

Somewhere.
Here.
There. 
Up the hill and around that corner.  

Its somewhat of an icon - to those who live and breathe these mountains.

In every season.
In spring pastels...in the lushness of summer...in the coat of autumn's colors - I've loved just this scene.

It asks for no thing.
It waits for no one.
It sits. It marks its corner.

It guides and lights the way.
When I'm lost. When I'm unsure. When I don't know where it is that I think I'm going.
It reminds me that I'm here.
Up that hill and around the corner.
Home.