Stairs to Heaven

As I viewed this picture all I could think of was a stairway to heaven because if we didn't jump off & fly, it would be a hard fall. However when Elaine talked about the cottage as a safe haven, memories of rainy days upstairs cuddled under the heavy dark stiped blankets with red binding on the beds came to mind. Memories of hiding in bed under the same blankets thinking I was safe from the thunder and lightening.