This was what I’d wanted all along. Quiet evenings, wildlife, mountain air, and now my daughter close enough to share it with.
Not the retirement I’d planned, but better, because it was earned through integrity rather than luck.
I stood, stretched my back. I wasn’t young, after all. I walked inside to call Bula, just to say good night. Just because I could. Just because she was there and we were okay.
The cabin door closed softly behind me. The mountains stood silent.
Peace, hard-won and deeply appreciated, settled over the property like the September night.
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