Today, civilization was making normal noises. The relentless wind, and the migrating snow meant the morning was spent with the snow blower again; the dog must have tracks to run upon, or he gets irritable and frustrated. I do not blame him. Exercise and movement is good for the soul, no matter who, or what, you are.
The machine was just done humming when two folks stopped by on snow machines, brattling up the hill to my house, fully announcing their arrival long before they became visible. Suddenly, humans. Live, real humans to talk to in the middle of this wilderness. I am still adapting, but all is okay. The world is still out there, life is still happening, and my little universe feels as secure as ever. It was nice to visit and chat, but nice to be here, knowing that this now feels like home.
The dog was run, the trails are open, until tomorrow, and that too is okay. I tend the stove, the house, the dog, myself, and at the moment, there isn’t much else needing to be done. Life is good.