Log after log swung off the truck and onto the mud
Under a gray sky that threatened snow any day now
Maybe she would have time to get this cabin built, but it would be close, too close.
Before she had moved out here, all she knew was the stuff you got from Home Depot or Lowes
Every day in this wilderness ingrained into her a sense of place, a sense of nature
Reaching for the first log with her backhoe, she eased her future over the foundation wall. Time to build her future.
Dirt packed under his ragged fingernails
It was something he prided himself on
Grabbing the wrench he went back to work
Giving another shot at fixing the old backhoe
Even though the brand new one sat right next to it
Really didn’t want to let his dear friend go quite yet