Home
It's a drizzly Friday morning on the northern coast of California. Banks of low clouds blend into fog blanketing the forests of what has become my home. Big, brainy, loud ravens shatter the quiet as they bicker at one another in the field beside my work. Still, I'm amazed by the serenity, peace, and beauty of this place. I love the green, the fog, the wetness and the cool.
I love our trees - the tallest in the world. Walking among them instills wonder in me, even after thirteen years of living here. They sway, their tops moving over twenty feet in the wind. It's like watching giants silently dance to some unheard beat.
There are so many things I miss about Kentucky - where I'm from.
But... this place...
It's home.
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