You've traveled long
On your earthen path

What's that ahead?

Somewhere, out on the horizon, you sense what might be a blog. 
      It has a shallow pitched roof and a generous doorway. Overgenerous, considering its modest size.
      But maybe that's a trick of the light.
      These features reveal themselves to you in waves and pulsations.
      Rough hewn timber.
      A hollowed stone.
      Every concrete idea of this structure slips and fades, supplanted by a new one. 
      The thing producing (or enshrouded by?) wisps of smoke 
      and mumbling promises of rich soil.

Do you approach?
Or return the way you came?