There comes a day that is a culmination of many days of work, where the weather is just right stepping out in the morning to the perfect cool air and clear sky, and returning to enter the goat pen and be greeted by a breeze and the shadows from branches swaying in the wind. There's hope that projects long planned may yet bear fruit.
In that moment the journal becomes a permanent record of that day to be revisited when the road gets dusty and tough.
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