There is snow everywhere. Trees, rocks, a broken family, and a path. A new place that somehow feels so familiar. Energy is alive like an undercurrent beneath the land, and yet there is peace like a moment in time was preserved for it's perfection. Dive deeper. I begin walking down the trail, now alone, instinctively following directions I never knew I knew. The air is silent and still around me. Within minutes the heavy blanketed snow that once covered the forest canopy and floors begin to dissipate as if they were never there. Light peeks out from the branches and there is miles and miles of rolling green hills stretched out before me. My path of stones transforms into a babbling brook that fills the silence with its music. I continue walking. The path end. I'm surrounded by nothing but endless hills and a beautiful sky stretching above me. In the distance, a home stands alone and simple in nature. Somehow I know I have found what I had been looking for. My heart aches with closeness and as the scene fades out in front of my eyes I'm thankful for the look inside.