Across the field, in the distance lay his house,  and barn. There was much to be done, cows to milk, an engine to be fixed, soon the maple syrup would start to flow.  He stood and looked across this land.  He breathed the air. He thought of her, somewhere in that city apartment of hers. Probably sitting reading with her tea and her cat. Was she thinking of him?

2/1/17

© words and pictures by Dan DeMarle 2017