This is the photo for Writer’s Block Challenge #54.
When I downloaded the photo, the title of it turned out to be “train-station-trey-ratclif.” Whatever that means.
To the right of the photo are possibly windows. I think I see the hint of trees.
A long way distant from those trees … a long way distant from the hour when I write, is another world. Very real. That is the picture I will write about.
It is quiet in the woods tonight. The snow is knee-deep, but the wind has stopped howling.
The fire inside my cabin is warm. It is warmer in a cabin made of logs and heated by wood, than it can ever be in a frame house heated by natural gas and forced air. A wood stove’s fire burns constant. Twelve-inch logs keep the cabin snug. Sometimes, in the deepest winter, you need to open the windows to let out some of the warmth.
It is quiet in the woods tonight. The birds are bedded down, the deer have withdrawn to the swamp, and the moon is high in the sky.
The pines are draped in new snow. The stars are beginning to glint from afar. The light from the wood stove is all that I want. For it is quiet in my soul tonight, as well.