So, I’m driving home today, and I turn onto the road we live on,
and I start breathing.
I always forget to breathe when I’m out in the world. And I always remember on the road home.
I can see Sugarloaf Mountain in the distance to my North.
I can see my neighbor’s horse pasture to my south.
I can see my other neighbor’s winter wheat field to my West.
And my other neighbor’s woods.
And I FEEL the space. And I mentally stretch.
And I am happier and relaxed because I know that in a skinny minute I’ll be
Oh, don’t get me wrong, it’s not the house that makes it that way. It’s this: