At Winterpast, life has taken on a quieter, richer rhythm, only recognized after you’ve lived through both the noise and the silence. The wind still moves across the high desert the same way it always has, and the light still stretches long across the yard in the evenings. But love has changed everything.
HHH has a way of stepping into a day and making it feel fuller without trying. Not louder or busier. Just lovelier. In the last two and a half years, what could’ve been ordinary days have turned into something I can only describe as magical. Not in grand gestures, but in the steady presence of this man who listens, sees, and understands.
His friendship is a gift I don’t take lightly. I’ve come to cherish the way he offers advice, not as instruction, but as gentle guidance. The kind that makes you think and smile, realizing he was right all along. A certain kind of wisdom in him settles things, quiets the unnecessary, and brings clarity to what matters.
Drama has no place at Winterpast. Just calm, cool, fun days. With sleepy dogs to join us on the couch, evenings are a time of reflection and plans for the next day. Enjoying our golden years of retirement, we keep creating one beautiful memory after another.
And then there is the laughter. The kind that catches you off guard and lingers longer than it should, filling spaces that once felt empty. It’s become one of the sweetest sounds at Winterpast, even better than windchimes or bird tweets.
Life, at this stage, is more honest. We understand what’s essential, what’s fleeting, and what’s worth holding onto with both hands. With certainty, I know these days and moments are more precious because he is in them.
If there is one thing I’ve learned, it’s this:
Loss can happen on a schedule, and love doesn’t always appear on the world’s timeline. Sometimes, it lives just six miles away and arrives when you need it most. Dor that, I am deeply grateful. I love you, HHH. Let’s follow the rainbow where the four winds blow. I heard there’s a beautiful meadow just around the bend. J
Dear readers,
However you found your way here—from across the world or just down the road—thank you.
This little life at Winterpast is richer because you’re part of it.
I’ll be here next week, with more to share.
—Joy