Winterset Hollow

by Jonathan Edward Durham

It was as if the outside world was of no consequence … as if the rigors and nuisance of daily life simply weren’t allowed passage through the endless, evergreen canopy, and the stench of modern madness was silenced by the scent of flowering bushes and wild grass.

“Life’s a funny thing, isn’t it? You spend it waiting for that one blinding moment of clarity … that one magic thread that sews it all together. And then one day, you wake up an older thing than you ever thought you’d be, and you realize you’ve wasted your days looking for something that was never really there at all. There are no solutions in this life, Eamon. There are only moments in the sun … and moments in the shade … and the trick of it all is to understand where you’re standing before it’s too late to call it home. I wish you peace in the fields beyond, because you will not find it here.”