Welcome Home – 5
The day after Tina helped me build the bench, I decided to stretch my legs and explore the valley some. I couldn’t help but dwell on the words I had heard when I had first arrived in my new home. Find the truth, if I can. What did that mean? What truth? I wandered past the village and followed the river downhill toward the glittering shore. As I drew closer to the sea, I could smell the salt on the breeze and hear the distant crash of waves. I found a bluff overlooking the shore, and sat down in the shade of a tree to watch the waves rolling in. Like the rest of Bening, the shore was idyllic and beautiful. The water was clear, the sky blue, the scudding clouds puffy and white. After …