Rural Waltz

Rolling down winding roads, past fields blanketed in snow and round bales dressed in winter white, the pavement cuts through thick woods that shed their individuality in October, and now wear this season’s color…a grey-brown that blends Maples, Ash and Oak.
The energy of rural life swirls around me like small dust devils. I allow myself to get pulled in and embrace the early hours and the bitter cold that bites at bare skin. I hold tight to the satisfaction of sweat-filled mornings before the sun crawls to the horizon.
No one passes as I make the sweeping turns around faded red barns that have watched carriages turn to cars. Tires grip salt-covered pavement, left and right curves dancing hand-in-hand, making me smile as the truck follows their rural waltz back home.