I saw an old friend this week.
When the temperature was 30 below zero in the wind, and the sun was bathing itself in fire and twilight, I saw him on the horizon and heard him in the trees.
For almost 30 years, I’ve been wanting to see him again. This whole process of moving out to the farm and developing the life we’re living has largely been to gain the freedom to work on anything we wish to (e.g. writing, farming, game development). However, I’d hoped that moving out here and getting to the work of the land would inspire my old friend to stop in.
When I was a young, there was nothing like the cold of winter at the onset of dusk.
There still isn’t.