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The Lonely Abode
A short story about a man who got away from it all.
By the pond in the forest he lived
Staring out toward the water, the lonely man thought of the breakthrough in his mind. His thoughts were mostly blank, yet the gentle remembrance of the breakthrough kept surfacing to contemplate and analyze.
Before he was in a busy place full of noises, crowds, and shuffling sounds, chatter kept the atmosphere lively with sound. Now he was near the pond, thinking about the water and the rippling waves blowing in the wind, the sounds were speaking a gospel hymn.
Nature was his friend, although it was indifferent to his presence it sometimes seemed. The seasons were his entertainment, changing the channels of his mind with every color and shifting weather patterns. Snow, sun, wind, rain, sleet, and everything in between, the geographical area was welcoming to many shows of wonder and temperatures of splendor.
He was welcome in his lonely abode near the pond in the cabin made with logs, surrounded by a friendly forest that let the sunshine come inside with ambient showers of warmth. The silence was his friend as well, his mind bringing up memories and thoughts beyond his ability to sway or govern with any semblance of mastery. He would examine them from whence they came, rejecting the bad, welcoming the…
