Take Me Away

My evening prayer is made into a satellite transmitter.  It is the same every night, except Sundays.  On Sunday night, I hike to the top of Mount Mitchell and wait…  I have done this without fail for the last 500 weeks.  Last night (a Saturday) was prayer number 3,000, and the only variation was the pronouncement that it would be my last.  It went like this:  “Please take me away from this place.  I will be waiting for you at the top of Mount Mitchell at 10 p.m. on Sunday.  This will be my final request.”  So, here I am at 10 p.m. on a beautiful Sunday night at the top of Mount Mitchell, as the most spectacular spacecraft makes its descent.  Finally!

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #336

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