Everything in life has led me to this place, this middle of nowhere, beneath the hungry gaze of a wintry behemoth.
We are ready, loaded with food, water, internet, closed cell foam insulation, a pellet stove, bags of pellets in the basement, a generator powered by a gas tank holding a months worth of gas.
Around 4pm the snow finally arrived, sideways. I turned my back to it, watched the dogs fight and shit, one more round of freedom before we hunkered down in the 1820’s farmhouse.
And now that the sun has set there is more to be unseen than seen.