This place that I call home.

I peer outside my window everyday to see a spectacular view.

It may not be much,

but to my eyes it is impeccable.

I find satisfaction in that each storm cloud tumbles by, slowly making its way from the left end of my window to the right.

It warms me to see the abundant feild of wheat glow like gold.

I find it delightful to see the wheat dance in the wind, replicating the waves of the wild sea.

I love to see my undeveloped lawn.

I prognosticate it's potential, and I am convinced vibrant green grass will soon be rooted in it's soil.

I find joy in witnessing the wet rain drizzle off the perimeter of my roof, and stand in amazement as it eventually taps the ground with a thud.

I love Idaho.

I love home.