I saw it just on the other side of the meadow.
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.
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.
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.
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.
(C) 2019 Penny Wilson
*The original version of this was written in 2016. I liked it quite a lot back then but have reworked it a little. I hope you enjoyed.