Old Road Covered with New Life
Living 4 miles past the end of the county road, 4 miles over dirt means that solitude is part of your daily existence. Yet, some of us can’t get enough of it. Rambling across country this morning, I saw a friend jogging up the road. We waved and called hello but I headed down an ancient driveway and he picked up his pace going the other direction.
That intensely quiet peace found alone in nature is too precious to break with conversation.