A Warm Winter Day


One day in mid-winter a slow wind came from the south and brushed away frost in the fields and the clouds from the sky and the light fell on the creeks and melted away the crusted ice.   Nature’s hibernation was not interrupted and the forest was devoid of sound and the light shone on the mountainsides and on the bare trees and on the square shoulders of the ridges beneath the trees.  In the far corner of a distant field an old man who hoped to bring his ragged tract to profit mends a wire fence.  He is warmed and removes his coat and basks in the windless silence and remembers why he moved from the city and considers once again the miraculous possibilities of the land beneath his boots and renews his hope for a harvest that will meet and exceed the interest he owes.

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