I love coming home to visit the tiny town where my mama and brother live. I love the sounds of summer, uninterrupted by the sounds of traffic: the hundreds of birds, the cicadas, the wind in the trees, the occasional train rumbling by.
I love the smell of freshly mown grass and hose water on hot pavement, and seeing the golden afternoon sunlight drench the world into lazy happiness.
I love being able to walk barefoot on the sidewalks.
I love the abundant nature - the canopies of stretching trees, unfurling flowers, gurgling streams, and squirrels and rabbits bounding away from my approach.
And I love that living in a city - being away from all of these things for months at a time- reminds me to fully appreciate every sound, sight, and smell of this place and to recognize the preciousness and beauty in every moment.