Passing A Test

A car stops by a craggy verge. A woman gets out and tentatively binocular scans what it overlooks. Somehow the squirrels, pine trees and wild roses seem stranger splashed. 'You won't find it out here. Whispers the wind 'You do not know what I am looking for.' She says, with her mouth closed. In fact she had not. Not until this moment, but as her subsequent dance walking over dandelion fringed rocks acquires from the impossible cottage in the middle distance a direction and unforced rapidity, deer look up from the grass, a sign for the mountainside to come clean.