Entry for November 15, 2006
The November winds blow across the fields, bringing behind them the biting chill of winter. Huddled up against an old iron woodstove, trying to absorb as much of the heat that the fire within it can muster, a lone man fights against the silent coldness that surrounds him.
The northwest wind, howling past his cabin windows, unabated by the trees that surround his safe haven, which have lost their protective cloak of leaves that through the summer, defended him against the burning rays of the summer sun. Oh for just a little of that warmth, the light of the sun streaming through the glass, would be welcomed like a long lost friend...
Oh the smell, of hickory and oak burning, and the crackle of the wood as it burns. As pleasant as the sounds of the thousands of geese, that only two weeks prior, had passed overhead on their way to their wintering grounds. Yes, this life you finally have chosen for yourself, might not be the easiest lifestyle you could have chosen. But deep within, you know that this is the way God intended you to live. All of the hustle and bustle of city life, which you were all too happy to abandon, now reserved to just a few fond memories.
