From the loft, Kaden could look out upon the farm, seeing blue sky and golden grassland meet on a seemingly infinite horizon. For this reason, the loft was his favorite spot on the farm. From his vantage point he could sit for hours and watch white-tailed deer graze on the forest's edge, just out of range of his human scent. He watched the wind blow through acres of hay as tall as himself. Soon it would time for the midsummer harvest.
"Work," Kaden pondered aloud as he stood and turned to gaze upon all that his family owned, "the least mysterious and most necessary of all the sacraments, has produced this."
Barns ready to be filled, silos towering five stories tall, land enough for sowing and an orchard, and a farmhouse and a root cellar large enough to house his father, mother, and six of his ten brothers and sisters. Kaden considered this as he descended from the loft and upon touching the ground, paused and reverently whispered "Creativity is life."
He turned toward the barn doors and contemplated the Confirmation of Loyalty soon to come.
"Work," Kaden pondered aloud as he stood and turned to gaze upon all that his family owned, "the least mysterious and most necessary of all the sacraments, has produced this."
Barns ready to be filled, silos towering five stories tall, land enough for sowing and an orchard, and a farmhouse and a root cellar large enough to house his father, mother, and six of his ten brothers and sisters. Kaden considered this as he descended from the loft and upon touching the ground, paused and reverently whispered "Creativity is life."
He turned toward the barn doors and contemplated the Confirmation of Loyalty soon to come.