Silence, but for the soft crackle of dry wood in the stove

and the gentle creak of the aged rocker where he sits

gazing upon the splendour of the forest in wintertime...

eyes not really focusing on anything he sees everything

He has come here to reconnect with all that really matters

and as the serenity slowly strips away life's layers

his heartbeat slows down and his mind begins to unwind...

he is part of all that nature has graciously laid before him

His troubles linger outside the door with his snow covered boots

as the quiet little cabin tucked into the birch and pine

with its welcoming wooden walls and sturdy beams

envelops him in a comforting hug he welcomes with open arms

There's a faint hint of wood smoke in the cosy room

and he inhales deeply, exhaling a blissful sigh

as the cleansing begins and his spirit rejoices...

here in this place, in this moment... he is home