At the Corner of South and East
The sun's final glow barely lingers above the horizon. All is calm and quiet, save for the single truck that stirs up a bit of dust on the gravel road behind me.
It's winter, and the chill of a brisk wind sweeps around my face. But the warmth of family, heritage and faith fills the surrounding landscape.
I'm at the corner of South and East, and it's the simplest of crossroads.