The black car showed up at my front door today. The driver said that it would take me to the place I needed to go.
"Through the storm" he said with a grin
I assumed we were going into the mountains, the blue mountains where there always was a storm. No one in my life had ever gone into the blue mountains, except for when the black car showed up.
I climbed in the back and we started on our way. Higher and higher up the blue mountain road the car climbed. Into the storm where I had never been before.
When we reached the top the driver stopped and said this was the place. This was where I could go to meet him.
The magic man.
He lived beyond the storm at the peak of the mountain.
I got out of the car, snow filled my shoes making them wet.
I saw a Hut in the distance and began walking though the fresh snow.
Getting to the Hut I knocked upon its ancient wood. The door swung open.
It was a face I knew. But the eyes. They were gone.
And I stared into the void.
I had met the magic man.
And he had met me.
