a drabble for the end of january

The wind whisks the surface of the lake up into soft, white peaks.  Surrounding the waves, the grass is short and wet and mossy and green.  Amidst the nature is a perfectly settled home made from stone and wooden beams.  Smoke escapes from the small chimney, but this is the only evidence of life in this out-of-the-way place.

Inside a man with broad shoulders and thin waist smokes on a plain cigarette and plays solitaire while he waits for the fire to boil the water for coffee.  He is waiting for something else, too, only he isn’t sure what exactly.