I saw it just on the other side of the meadow. The sun was in the east, yet it did not shine here.
Carefully, I made my way across the dew laden grass. I didn’t dare blink, lest it disappear. Ignoring the chill of my bare feet, I approached as quietly as I could.
Was this it? It had been so long since I’d seen it, I wasn’t sure. Sometimes it would appear just on the edge of my peripheral vision, vanishing when I looked directly at it. Other times it was like a warm hug, enveloping my entire being.
There has been a time when The Threshold was within me, barely restrained, bursting at the seams to get out and into the light of day.
Standing before it, I reached out a tentative, trembling hand. What would it hold this time? What magic lay on the other side?
I took a deep breath and stepped across The Threshold.