…. Now as he stood on his favourite bridge he was trying to understand why his dreams had brought him back here, to the place his life had begun again. “Caleb.” The sound of the voice behind him caused his breath to hitch and his heart to ache as he turned on the deserted road and saw his father standing a few feet behind him.
“Dad?”
Caleb stood still as his father approached and wrapped his arms around him. The warmth that radiated from the embrace filled Calebs’s soul as it stayed with him even when Mac pulled back. “It’s still one of the most beautiful views I think I’ve ever seen.” Mac said softly as he turned to face the valley, the rising sun sweeping the blue sky with hints of pink as wisps of white clouds dissipated, the sun slowly burning them away...
