Change of scenery

I’m in the middle of a road trip from West Tejas to Florida. The change of scenery does a lot for inspiration and idea-formation.

There is a tree across the street from our hotel room. It’s big and quite pretty, but nothing really special. There is something about it, however, that I especially like. The long limbs hang damp, heavy from Spanish moss. The grass and brush that surrounds the trunk is thick, vibrant and emerald green. The dangling moss creates a mysterious cove that surrounds the trunk and the thin morning mist floats beneath, giving the scene an air of magic.

From far across the road I stand and admire. A tree moves aside and Abadoo steps out and returns my gaze. I’m not sure if he sees me or if he is merely surveying the landscape. I wonder what adventure he is in the midst of. I wonder who else might be coming out from the tree behind him. It amazes me the places I find portals to Coloterra. As I blink, however, he disappears and all I see is the beautiful tree. Rather than feeling disappointed, I feel rejuvenated and hurry back to my hotel room where a pen and paper wait; I have found a new story.