Though Faith could feel lonely in a crowded room, in the
countryside she felt guarded. Afar from the daily hassles and adversities faced in Texas, Tatra mountains felt homely and welcoming. It wasn't that she sought isolation, but in the quiet song of the rare birds and the susurration of the green wheat in the fields, she could feel at peace.
Though Faith could feel lonely in a crowded room, in the
countryside she felt at home. It wasn't that she sought isolation, but in the quiet song of the birds and the susurration of the green wheat in the fields, she could feel at peace. The paths of mud and the stiles she traversed were a hymn sung straight to her soul; the trees, the grass, the pheasants that wandered the coppice, were all part of the music. The more the wind blustered, tousled her auburn hair and cooled her fingers, the calmer her mind became.