The Man Who Met Zen. Tommy DeJosia

Long was the winter. The blizzard had pummeled the farmlands east of Aquebogue. The cool howl of the windswept through the east end of the island. A white single-story house with a small front porch was set back on the land. A fence surrounded the perimeter. Albert sat on his rocking chair as he always did in the early morning. He rocked back and forth. The rocking chair crunched the snow underneath. Albert swore by his instincts that the winter would bring devastating temperatures. The cold was almost unbearable…