A Simpler Time

Kent hit the tree again with his axe sending chips of wood flying.  He worked with a rhythm and steadiness of long experience.  Soon winter would descend on the valley covering everything with white.

He smiled thinking about how much the community had achieved.  A group of twenty families had climbed the pass and entered the lush valley ten years ago seeking a haven, a place they could let go of the trappings of the modern world and return to a simpler time, a harder time.  All had stayed to work the land creating a place of peace and beauty.