My Solitude

I am out of town this week in Chicago. It is snowing here, and it is cold…very reminiscent of my childhood growing up south-east of Lake Michigan. The cool crisp air feels familiar, like an old friend. And although I prefer the warmth of home, this is nice in its own way.

Walking back from dinner I was thinking about the weather, the trees, the hills, and how I never noticed any of it when I was growing up in this area. I assumed everywhere else was better than here, that there was no beauty in my hometown and surrounding areas. I am beginning to realize how wrong I was.