Field of Vision

Hill folk hold their closeness as a rite: close to the neighbor bounded by the hill, close to the soil, of course, and to the hard sharp business of surviving. And they hold their motivation close: why they must plant more beans than they can eat, stack all the wood unsuitable to sell, disdain the light. They hold their fire, though, when someone returns who blazed a trail outside. They share the hearth, and with the guest half started on his way, they offer him a tree to plant beyond their watershed. They even wave goodbye.

We want to hear, did we miss an angle we should have covered? Should we come back to this topic? Or just give us a rating for this story. We want to hear from you.

Loading...

Loading...