The farmhouse🌹

The farmhouse rests beneath a quiet layer of snow.
The yard breathes calm.
Light glows behind small windows
as if the house itself is keeping watch.

The cows stand still
chickens move slowly
and smoke rises gently from the chimney
warm
patient
faithful.

In the distance the tower of Zeeland stands
not loud
but certain
like a memory that never leaves.

Water flows along the land
a channel linking farm and town
as if everything here belongs together
people
animals
time.

Christmas is not about rushing
but about staying
about waiting
about trusting that light always returns.

Here
between snow and silence
the world feels small enough
to hold.

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