Halfway There Author:Martha Harris The sun tilted its spout to pour out more beauty of its radiant color, on and on as far as one could see. I was a child again?all new and free of life?s empty shell of wanting to be filled. Green grass sprouted from the banks of Cold Branch Creek. Four-leaf clovers and daisies blanketed the foreground of our resting place beyond its edge. Nat... more »ure divided and gave out its shares of beauty to wildflowers of many colors. Even the clouds beyond the hills were waiting their turn to douse the creek and its surroundings. A visionary part of me reached out to touch what I?d missed in earlier life. Even the poison ivy, clinging to the trunk of a cherry tree, had set me free. It didn?t hurt me then or ever again. The top of the hill was in sight. I visualized the green, rolling meadows just beyond. Yellow, golden daffodils on both sides of the path led me into the valley of truth. A smile lit up my face, and I was skipping again. This is only a dream, a resting place on my way to A Place Called There. As for now, I realized I?m only Half-Way There. My dreams are my foundation, the inner core of my personality. They will not exceed the main structure of my being.« less