Gabriel drove down the country road north of
Philadelphia, farm country around him, low hills and woods breaking up the
pattern of fields. I could drive this
road blindfolded, he thought with a smile. His home was up ahead, and after
three weeks away, he was looking forward to some rest. Coming to his driveway,
he pulled the Jeep in, starting down the gravel path. He had a farm, most of
the arable land rented out to a neighbour who farmed the hay on the fields to
supplement his own supply for his herd. The bulk of the rest of the land was
forest and meadow, a sprawling property that gave Gabriel at least a sense of
peace. Even if my house doesn’t feel like
a home, he reminded himself ruefully. He passed by the fields, just
recovering from the winter, yet to be seriously planted, and saw the buildings
up ahead.
Excellent visual, partner!
ReplyDeleteTerrific imagery & sense of something beginning.
ReplyDeleteHum, I wonder why his house doesn't feel like home and what happened to make it that way.
ReplyDeleteOdd combination of coming home and looking forward to some rest, and the house not feeling like a home.
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