My Favorite Spot

Everybody has a favorite spot in this world. A place where you feel completely comfortable and at ease. A place you can return to when times are hard. Or where you would wish to be if the spot you happen to be in at the moment isn't that great. It can be in the corner of your couch. Underneath a blanket in your bedroom. On top of a mountain you once climbed. On the beach where you had your best vacation. Or maybe on the street outside your childhood home.
My favorite spot in this world is on the deck outside the house where my mother was born. It's a remote place, quiet and peaceful. A small community where everybody knows everybody and with just a few dozen inhabitants. Whenever I come there, I always spend the better part of my first day or night out on that deck. And I just sit there. The house is surrounded by mountains and right in front of you is the occean. There is a river on both sides of the house and you can hear them run so smoothly you could easily fall asleep. There is a big garden with my mother's favorite flowers. Tall trees and green grass. We have a big red barn and behind it you can see the neighbour's horse walking about. It can be quite windy, particularly in the fall, and you can hear the whistle from it through the odd cracks of the old house. I moved away from home about three years ago and since then I don't get to visit this place as often as I would like. But it is always there and I will always come back to it.

This photo shows you just what you see when you sit down on the deck and look out.