Why I live where I live

The sun glistens off of my skin as I stand out among tall trees, blue skies, and the magnificent Blue Ridge Mountains. Above me in the trees I see different arrays of birds in every shape and color. Their songs are melodious as they chirp and sing to their little heart’s content. There is nothing around me but God’s great creation: the fabulous fields, the remarkable rivers, and the picturesque plants. The wind breezes by me as it gently blows in my hair. The sweet scent of honeysuckles that are at the edge of the immense woods, tint the air beneath my nose. Butterflies and bees fly around aimlessly in the cool crisp air as I sit here in the middle of this astonishing creation. This is my home, at the foot of the Blue Ridge Mountains.
It’s a great getaway from the life of the city. It sure is nothing like it. There are tall, rolling hills instead of skyscrapers, long country roads instead of six lane super-highways, and serenity: the best quality of them all. No...