A Winter Song: Part Two

By Larry Tyler

Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360.com

Life can sometimes be cold and lifeless. I remember the winters on the farm. There is no color on the dark and gray landscape. The ground was hard and crunched under my feet. Those winter days I could feel so empty often sitting by the fire looking into the flames my dog asleep on the floor.

The nights would be freezing, the wind would howl and the rafters would creak and pop. My dreams would be filled with dark figures in the distance and crows filling the limbs of a leafless tree.

Then one morning I awaken to the sound of a bluebird outside my window and could see water flowing in the creek the ice melting. I knew I had survived the night and the spring was awakening the land. Soon there would be leaves on the trees and flowers would bloom. There would be things to do, stories to write and roads to travel.

I came to this place after years on the road playing music. I was tired and burnt out. The solute of the farm gave me back my song telling me I had not yet arrived and had more to do.