THAT WEEKEND GETAWAY 

It was Christmas 2015, before all the craziness of the sales season began. As a gift for the holidays; I was given an all expense ,and exclusive getaway to Asheville, North Carolina. Of course, a V.I.P. tour of Biltmore Estate was thrown in for pomp & circumstance. All the things a southern weekend getaway should curtail.

As I drove along Interstate 26 the storybook scenery put on its winter show. That morning sun was blazingly blissful to me, as his warmth soothed the side of my face like a blanket. Suddenly, my ears popped awakening me to the rise in elevation. A smile of relief waltzed across my face ever so subtly, because I knew the cabin was closer than I anticipated. In addition to that, there was a warm, strong, and much anticipated embrace…I couldn’t wait to get to! I felt like a young child on Christmas day: that had just unwrapped the gift of all gifts, to say the least!

My first night at the cabin was nothing short of…totally spectacular! We all watched; with wondrous surrealism; as the sun set himself slowly into the Smookies and Blue Ridges. He set himself like a lover; laying his head into the bosom: of the woman he loved and endeared! In the interim the skies above for miles, changed colors from orange, yellow, blue, and streaks of red. I could have sworn those skies looked like rolls of cotton candy— yet this place was no carnival.

While Mr. Sun secured himself into those peaks; the flickering lights from the hundreds of porch firepits; lit up the mountain sides from all around us! Suddenly, the shy moonlight gave us the kiss of her tease. Would she come out fully tonight, or not? The stars twinkle and sparkle must have made Ms. Moon awful jealous, because come out for that night she did! Her shine was so bright that we, literally, could see Pluto from the upper deck of the cabin. By this time the stars were not going to be out done. Their gorgeous twinkle were a gazillion applauses. We were like young co-ed’s on Spring Break. The view was beyond majestic…it was absolute magic…in the air around us!

In that night air thousands of city slickers began to frolic about the porches with one carafe, after the other, of red wine or flute filled glasses of champagne. Ashville had her way with us: up in them there hills. We could have cared less! The worlds we left were miles away, and we all had one another. Life just didn’t feel as if it got any better. We were out on the porch until the Amber’s of the firepit turned from yellow to red…and then out.

IT JUST DOESN’T GET ANY BETTER! ASHVILLE WILL FOREVER HOLD A PLACE IN BOTH MY HEART and SOUL…