If you love something. .
It didn’t feel so cold sitting out on the fence by the barn overlooking the pasture, tucked away behind the hill nestled in snug atop the cliff sides towering over the valley. Always a comforting place to retreat to when the day proved too much. You could easily find yourself there, and after spending what seemed like only moments reveling in the blissful nature, realize you’d been there the good part of a day! Nothing really compared to living in the mountains, at least for us. All we had ever experienced stood within the land we cultivated. Never had there come a time when I could recall being needed elsewhere, and so these several acres of land mixed with some stretch of pasture collectively inhabited by a herd of cattle we oversaw, as well as a few geese and a duck who seemed more than content reclining to a quiet lifestyle. Beyond that were several small fields of wheat interwoven and surrounded by steep hillsides covered in woodlands stretching to the horizon.