Haven

When I arrived on the farm in the middle of October, the weather was cold and rainy. That night the wind and rain howled around the farm house. Actually, I liked it. The brick farm house is solid. It's warm and cosy. The fields have been harvested and are dark and bare. I like to think of the farm house as a haven in the cold darkness. I like to think that a person driving by would see it as a light in the darkness.