Elias stood at the edge of his overgrown field, watching the last of the autumn leaves spiral into the mud. At sixty-two, he felt more like winter than fall. His knees ached. His son had moved to the city and rarely called. His wife’s empty chair at the kitchen table still caught the morning light in a way that made his chest tighten.
He read the line three times.
They sat under the shade of a young apple tree, father and son, not saying much. But it was enough. the seasons of life jim rohn pdf download
Summer arrived like an old friend. His son came home for a week, surprised by the small orchard. “You did all this?” he asked. Elias stood at the edge of his overgrown