Not So Bright

The beacon of light calling to me through the snowy winter air was like a lighthouse, bringing me into safe harbor, even though I knew that it was actually dangerous. I could sense, in my gut, even though I was in the shape of an owl at the moment, that I was headed into trouble. I just couldn’t get myself to stop and turn around.

I had flown for over an hour when I finally got a true picture of where the light was coming from. The house was a large cabin in the woods at the foot of the mountain. It was situated between several large pine trees, and I had to think the house itself was even larger than my grandma’s, after we’d built onto it. The main part of the house was two, maybe even three, stories tall, and then there were other wings that didn’t reach as high into the dark sky. The building looked fairly new, like someone wanted a cozy cabin in the woods but also wanted it to b