Winter From My Roof

This picture looks west, to country roads, to South Dakota, to open plains; those country roads deliver me to my hiding place in the trees behind the chicken shed; it's not that no one could find me there, it's that I could sit in the sun, and lean against the tree that kept me out of the wind so many spring and fall days. I could sleep there, resting this weary traveling man in favor of the boy waiting for hot chocolate and dinner.