successful.
Then I met Daniel.
It happened at a farmers market during my first summer in Vermont.
He was selling honey from hives he kept on property near mine.
He was tall, quiet, and completely comfortable with himself.
He wore faded jeans, a flannel shirt, and had the hands of someone who actually worked with them.
I bought a jar of honey.
We talked for forty minutes.
Two weeks later, he came over to help fix a section of fence I had mentioned during our conversation.
He repaired it.
Stayed
