Celeste wandered along the bluff trail in the twilight listening to the night sounds increasing around her. There, along the bluff, she saw a small pathway down.. hoping for a better hideaway, Celeste stopped to re-bundle her meager possessions, then she carefully sat at the top of the passage and began to carefully slide down a little at a time..
After sliding down a few feet the railroad tracks along the bluff above we’re no longer in view.
But, there was an almost magical flight of stone stairs running at jagged angles here and there. It was old, beautiful, amazing and ice cold to the touch.