As I drudged through the snow, my vision deteriorated. Blinking and squinting, I kept going on. Couldn’t I go just a bit further? Despair drew closer, but I kept fighting. Even though my bones ached, I persevered like Lightning in the storm.

For hours on end, the darkness grew in the morning. Going on, I would not give up. However many steps I had taken, I could not count.

Hope was my best friend at that time. I finally reached the cabin at sunset. Joy filled my eyes and with relief, I sighed. Kissed were my feet by the wooden steps as I stepped into my home. Lolling about was the first thing on my mind after I had eaten, but my work was not done. Mindfully, I took the map out of the chest along with a marker.

Now, I was able to fly.

Over the course of many days, I searched on that map for connections that led to my true home. Pain in my body tried to consume me, but the comfort of the fireplace sufficed to heal me.

Quiet was the morning that I left the cabin. Ready for another journey, I braced myself and told the cabin goodbye. Slowly but surely, with my rations in check, I stepped through the show. Traversing with the map, my fortitude grew. Under the bridge I drove on to work had I found myself. Very tired I was, but I would not give up. Without losing hope, I had found my home. Xanadu landscapes surrounded me. Yellow was the friendly sun. Zipping to my home, I was overjoyed.