My refuge is a house in the country. Birds, crickets, dogs, horses, and cows fill the land with sounds. The smell of fresh cooked food such as chicken, bacon or peach cobbler. not having to be rushed by the presense of anybody. Riding four wheelers through the forty acres. The silence of the woods when I am in the deer stand. The fresh air of the surrounding oak trees. The two story home were i’ve spent countless nights looking out the window at the stars above. This is my refuge. This is my home.