Winter in New Hampshire by James B Beard , author
Must be time to get up!
Winter in New Hampshire
A flash of bright light and I am awake. Another flash and the forest is like day. I walk out of my cabin and feel the gentle moist rain in the fog that is drifting through. Another bright light yet no sound. All is silent in the night except the brook as it sings it’s never ending song of life to mother earth nearby.
Must be heat lightning I think, and then it comes. A great flash lights up the fogged in forest and shows every tree with the clarity of a drawing outlining every branch. A crash of thunder so close that the ground shakes. I go back into the cabin. It is three thirty in the morning and the rain is now pounding the ground.
Must be time to get up!
It's funny. When I was young, I thought about being a park ranger or some other outside kind of job. As I grew up life seemed to steer me in another direction. I never thought I would wind up doing something I thought about when I was young and then later in life, I found myself doing just that. What did you want to do when you were young that you never thought you would?



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