....and as I got closer the landscape began dying, trees lost their leaves and the air was frigid. Suddenly the carriage drew to a halt. It heaved and tilted as the driver climbed down then pulled my bag from its strapping. “This is as far as I go miss,” he said. “Stay on the road straight through, it’s not much farther.” I stepped out of the carriage and into the gathering fog. “Can you not take me the rest of the way?” I asked. “You’ll not catch me in there,” he said climbing back up into his seat. He looked down at me and a shadow crossed his features. Then in a more kindly way he added, “It’s not too late to change your mind miss. Climb back in. I won’t charge you for the return.” I paused without meaning to and then drew myself up and replied. “You are very kind sir, but I’m sure I shall be fine. Thank you very much.” I stepped back from the lane and he tipped his hat and turned the horses. As they left me I felt the overwhelming urge to run after them.
The branches overhead moved to a breeze that didn’t reach the ground. It seemed they whispered to me as I began to walk towards what was to be my new home.