Five Things About the Place I Call Home
1. The fuzzy mountains roll into each other lazily.
2. Tips of tree canopies, nearly touching, blanket the sleepy giant hills in marbled blobs of different greens - pine, ash, fir, oak.
3. The sun gently warms the mornings, waking the birds and coaxing the carmel-sugar scent from the trees.
4. The night brings coolness and fresh air. Between ponderosa silhouettes, stars gleam intensely.
5. The moon threatens to keep me awake with its brightness.