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As light pours into my rednas my cup fillith over. Drinking in the energy, the ambiance and the serenity of the landscape. Slowly the dam bursts and tears trickle down my cheeks as a smile creeps across my face. "This is it." I thought to my self allowed. "Cahokia Mounds." Wait I'm getting ahead myself. I work a lot and I don't always get the time to..... Let me stop lying. I dont always choose to allow myself an experience. We all have beautiful excuses. Mine being I work to much, how can I make time to visit this location when I havent even allowed enough time for my, insert list of things here. Everytime I visit St. Louis I am greeted by these large green landmasses that lead you to the Gate of the Midwest. Everytime I feel my heart calling out go there. My mind questioning can I even go there? It was my passionate girl friend that exposed this natural mistress, I'd grown accustom to courting by eye, as the Cahokia Mounds. Being native to the area she expressed that they were even taller and more magnificent in her youth and that it was even a historical landmark in which I could pilgrimage to. Like a child on Christmas morn the excitement of this new information lit the candle of adventure in my heart. I'd grown ever so tired of the mundane. My daily life as monotonous as the factory work I maintained. "Will you can go home. There is not enough work here to keep every one on the clock at the moment." These words wounded me at my core. I had so much I needed to work for, so I can provide for. Beep. Beep. Beep. "What am I gonna do? I have so much to take care of. I really needed this money." The tickle of sensations assaulted my fingers as they began to grow cold entering my employee code. Quickly I rushed passed security to my vehicle. With a deep sigh I placed my head in my hands as the security of Gimbly kept me warm from the brisk winds. When the heart speaks you listen, when the challenges persist I listen to the whispering of my restrained desires. Echoing in my mind. Reverberating through my being like a pitch fork. "Go now!" I activate my gps and excitedly look up Cahokia Mounds. The sun gleaned its approval as it revealed itself from behind the clouds. 25 minutes of one premature turn, swerving past a flock of wild turkeys and two wrong exits I found my self staring at mounds. Mounds and more mounds. Mounds big and small and even a personal greeter. Standing erect surveying the land a ground hog. I turned left off the road toward the Cahokia Mounds center and parked in the parking lot. Stepping out of Gimbly My trusty partner in travel I paused. Filling up every bit of my lungs I closed my eyes to brace myself. Here we are back at the beginning drinking in the moment. I had slowly took strides looking around. Unable to shake this feeling of nostalgia. Beautiful green trees and auburn sun kissed grass surrounded me. "I'm home." My shoulders relaxed, the tears flowed and my mind Zen. Present to the world around me. Every chirp, rustle of leaves, caress of the breeze became therapeutic to me. I'm honestly not sure what I was expecting but this was more than I could've hoped. This was my first leap into adventure since my adult life had begun and definitely not my last. The feeling of peace shall remain apart of me driving me to visit more sites that my being desires to experience.