Like a young child,
wild and free,
our quad raced out of the parking lot
and into the backwoods.
Cool wind whipped our faces and we laughed giddily.
Freedom!
Turning onto a narrower path, we slowed
for the curves and tree roots.
Our freedom matured as hit the bumps of life
on our quad journey.
We took the path more carefully and deliberately.
Then we did that crazy teenage thing:
we went off the beaten path!
"There's a trail," you said and I squinted.
I held on tight as we bounced over the fallen logs
and wound between standing trees.
Ahead, an upturned Rubbermaid container
drew us to itself.
Curiosity.
What was under it?
Nothing.
Cobwebs and damp leaves clung to it.
So we grabbed our treasure and bumped back to the main path.
We dropped the container at the side of the road to retrieve later.
The deeper we went, the narrower the path.
The wind was still.
In slow motion, we glided down the aisle,
like a bride,
over the flower-girl petals of yellow on green carpet.
Silently
more petals joined the others we slid by the aspen witnesses
to our destination ahead.
A huge, steep hill awaited us.
Marriage?
As we topped the rise, we saw more adventures
and some unknown curves.
Life is like a quad ride.
We felt the chill of
sunset
and early evening.
Our hunger led us home.
Home to safety and shelter and warmth and rest.
We parked our vehicle, removed our helmets
and grabbed our Rubbermaid treasure.
Back to reality.
God is good
and He makes our reality an adventure!