The cold air is slowly but surely making its way into the high country.
The leaves have changed and have mostly fallen.
The trout streams and rivers run cold , and the banks frost up.
Winter is coming.
Winter for me is a special time. It is thanksgiving, Christmas, hunting, beards, flannel!
In a few short weeks I will be able to go back to very special places and will see very special people.
I am a North Carolina man but memories from the great states of Virginia and South Carolina lay on my heart.
The memories, and people that go along with these places have shaped me forever.
I am ready to climb the mountain and to head back to a place where time stands still.
Where the quiet sounds of the New and of the birds fill my ears and bring me at ease.
Where the wood stoves illuminates the faces of my honorary kin.
Where my brothers and I can walk side by side to the woods.
Where a way of life is slower and people are kind.
I think the reason I live in the mountains is because they bring me at ease.
Who else can walk out of a math test and stare at the Blue ridge? (okay well a few of you but you get my point)
The mountains of this state run deep in my blood.
My grandparents were born and Raised in Asheville.
My Great Grandfathers both felt the call of these hills and either moved here or built a home here.
Whenever I am in my hometown. I scan the horizon for this land of strength.
Mountains are symbol of resilience and strength that only God can bring.
Do yourself a favor.
No matter where you live. Take a minute and marvel in the beauty.
Find beauty where others may not.
Live your life with both eyes open.
Open to your surroundings.
Open to the glory and will of the Father.
Cheers ,
McClain
