Every familiar path leads me back to home but this one in particular is truly special to me as it is suspended in time. As I walk through these woods, I can feel the soft wooden paths under my bare feet, the birds chirping in the distance, and the trees whispering my name over and over again to walk deeper and deeper and suddenly I'm in a trance. As I walk through a clearing, a beautiful view of the mountains comes into my vision as I see a tall wooden house perched by itself. A steady flowing creek behind it. It's so quiet that I can hear the water's sweet lullaby. This house would crumble as the everlasting moments are the foundation. As I open the bright orange door, I see a special person who always reminds me to keep going and the ghost of someone else who I always feel as soon as I step in. It hurts but it is also deeply satisfying as it feels like they are never really gone.