At work Friday night, talk turned to my German farm. I was reminded of the last few lonely weeks. More specifically, I remembered falling asleep almost every night to The Life of the World to Come, an album marvelous for its appreciation of Christian Scripture from an outsider's perspective and one of my top five favorite albums from 2009.
The bed in my upstairs room was certainly the hardest one I have ever slept on. Further, it was partially broken, tilting a few degrees to away from the wall. I slept like a rock.
More often than not in the last month on the farm, this song was the last thing I heard before sleep:
