Moving Home

This is Day 5 of “31 Days of Whimsical Encounters” – part of the #write31days challenge. To read all the posts in order, please visit the overview page.




My family and I were all in our home, doing life together. All of the sudden, the wind came up and began to blow so hard that our home began to move. I looked out the window and, yes, we were actually moving in our home. Like a car sailing down the interstate – it seemed like we ‘drove’ down the road forever. I looked out and saw fields pass by as we traveled down the road within our home.

Finally, after such a long time, we came to a stop. I tell my kids, “Go, look out the window. We are now in a new place. In a new neighborhood.” We all walk out of the house and just sit in the grass, wondering about the strange events. I look up in the sky. There’s a bright light. A familiar bright light. “I’ve seen this light before,” I think to myself. But wait, this time, I see something in the light. It’s a dove. 

I’m startled as the dove touches down and lights a stick on fire. The stick is now my torch. My torch radiating from my home. My home that’s in a new place.

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