Wondering About

You could call me a country cousin type.  I have lived my life in rural areas - I'm talking back roads and dirt roads, horse pastures and deer running through the yard at night, having someone come in and clear-cut the forest behind the house, country.  I've never had the desire to live in town, but sometimes...

When I'm riding through a neighborhood that looks hometown, I wonder what it would be like to live there. 

There is a street in Aberdeen that sometimes feels like Sunday morning to me. That could be because you can hear the bells from the Methodist church on Main Street, and there is sometimes a quiet that has the reverence of a prayer. Other times, it has a just-after-the-fair atmosphere - all the pastels of cotton candy, folks walking their dogs or pushing their babies in strollers.  There's a busy hot dog stand on the corner that has a creek running behind it, and on weekends, they have live enterainment by the water.  A bed and breakfast is on the opposite side, and Christmas is always lit up and cheerful. It's a happy street. 

There is no point to this blog, except today, I passed through Aberdeen and was struck by how much I like that neighborhood.  I haven't captured it here by a long shot, but wanted to write it.  That's a good sign.