Give me a push

I have vague, snapshot memories of sledding down a long, but wider than long, hill. In the distance was a dark, pointy-topped wall of tree soldiers keeping watch and being mysterious (and avoided).

There was a small jump made for our sleds which my mind sees obstacling us onto our sides mostly, in fits of eager laughter. I see our little bodies bundled to excess--no fingers left to wiggle in the cold.

Now it's dark outside and in front of me is a tall, big-windowed building glowing with those soft yellow lights that warm up cold forest places. Inside I have placed big comfy armchairs and rustic embellishments such as so be very inviting out of the snow. Likely there was a big fire in the fireplace.

I don't know if these are actual memories or just copies of pictures or video I've seen or made-up memories based on them. Could be all three. I suppose I care little.

We drove to Leoni Meadows last night and got here just as Tuesday rolled into Wednesday and the stars were in their brightest wide-angle display above us. We went inside a building, found some beds, and slept. Now I'm scared to get out of bed.

But so excited.

Driving to this place felt a little like what coming home after being away for two decades maybe feels like. But what if it turns out to be nothing? I'm curious. What will daylight's exploring recover from my meager mass of memory? Anything? Something!? It's time to get out of bed.