reflections

 We are sittting in my boss and cousin jarretts truck driving to windsor plywood for materials, on a backroad outside dawson creek B.C. its winter outside and the landscape is white and blue with some dark green  patchwork quilt effect. spruce trees and fenceposts breaking the horizon line. we are rolling past a farmhouse and in the yard, in the snow at a fire pit sits an old man on a round of firewood in front of a campfire smoking a pipe and roasting a wiener on a stick. A small boy is playing in the yard nearby, tossing a stick for a dog.
  Thats what it looks like anyways, the old man looks very old. As old as mud maybe, and he looks as contnted as if he was the man who invented mud even. The child is a boy and very young and depite their winter clothes because it is -15 outside they both look very comfortable at their tasks. the dog all frisky thru the snow and the boys rosy cheeks. The old mans back hunched into the wind as he smokes and the fire smokes and the sun shines.
  All this in a moments glance as we roll by and then jarrett says ''did any one else see that'' quietly.
 ''the old guy with the pipe n stick''  My brother replies.
  ''Thats gonna be me when im old'' says Jarrett and we all agree it was a pretty awsome monent to drive through.