A Year

A year of dirt roads, bad whisky, good books, old trucks, and lonely prairies. 

It was a hard year,  but it was good. There were all the ups and all those downs, but they all even out. I think that's what people call life. I don’t think you can judge something like a year from the big moments, those huge events that stick out in your mind as defining a huge space of time. Instead I'll take those soft, quiet moments that seem to get lost in the everyday.  Standing in a field as the storm clouds roll through, the long car rides with friends,  or watching the sun go down while drinking some truly bottom shelf whisky. If it's a trade between those and the down times, give me those old lonely prairies, and I’ll make that trade every time.