I’m really not a fan of big cities.

Or any cities really.

Or traffic.

Skyscrapers.

Cement.

Smog.

Over.Rated.

 

Because let’s face it: I’m a country girl.

I own multiple pairs of cowboy boots.

I like big blue skies.

F-150s.

Gravel roads.

County fairs.

Pigs.

Lots of pigs.So sometimes I go for a walk through this little park.

It’s quiet.

It smells like dirt.

You can’t hear cars.

Or trucks.

Or anything really.

There’s something oddly comforting about this goofy little park.

I’m an Iowa farm girl.

I’m used to the smell of cattle, hard work, big thunderstorms, and bonfires.

Living in the city isn’t like that.

Here it’s all about stress, rushing, schedules, and lack of time.

But at this little park, there is something good about the quiet, the solitude, the earthiness of it all.

I may have to be a displaced farm girl, but gosh if some time outside doesn’t do the trick.