A New Home

A mist hung over the meadow, seeping down among the tall grass and rising up in places to blot out the view of the trees on the other side.

To the east a band of light could be seen expanding across the sky.  Soon the rising sun would burn off the fog allowing them to see across the meadow, allowing them to decide the safety of crossing.

Many days of breaking camp had made their morning preparations automatic and they worked without speaking.  There was a sense of excitement as they realized the end to their journey was within reach.