The leafless skeleton of a cherry tree, yet to show any blossoms, stood rigid at the corner of the barn.
I would like to feature someone and their goal in a subsequent post!
I often feel unsatisfied with my current pay (who isn’t?!), or the house we live in, or a multitude of other trivial things, and I forget to appreciate what’s in front of me, how fortunate I actually am, and appreciating life happening every day.
The outer walls of the barn were a faded and chipped pink; the original coat of vibrant red paint had long since decayed. The white trim hardly held as well, the sunbaked boards naked and exposed.
I was quite nervous at first, but hanging out with Nate seemed strangely like hanging out with a friend that I’d known for some time, and his easy-going nature put me at ease.
As a friend of mine put it (not in these exact words, but a similar sentiment), my writer’s voice sounded more developed and honest than it ever has in my writings before.
Through all the challenges, my Dad has remained the strongest person I know, and has sacrificed everything for our family.