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By: Jim Fitzpatrick |
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Email: jim@nunica.com |
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Local Farmer in Polkton Township writes for the Coopersville Observer. |
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Along Brandy Creek By Jim Fitzpatrick
The Coopersville Observer January 12, 2004 - - No. 20 |
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The night air is filled with it. It is that stillness made up of the quiet, cold, endlessness of winters wrappings. Folks on the land that have been here for generations sense its presence in the night time. Newcomers, whose houses dot the rural landscape, experience a calm more intense than that of their town living days. Night time spaces between your place and your neighbors house seem to shrink, any sense of boundary lines feel nonexistent. The country roads become threads on the earth that connect us all into one web of appreciation for the luxury of the land.
It is that quiet on a freezing winters night that lets the low moan of a train whistle to the North come to your ear. You stir in your sleep at the piercing wail of the coyote that you hadn't heard before, hear the hoot of the owl in the woods. And then, a less pronounced hoot from beyond comes in answer.
Dawn breaks slowly during these short January days. The night does not give way easily to the day. There is a quietness that hangs on into the morning, leaving you with remnants of its calmness for the day. |
