June 27, 2014
Just a Small Town Girl
And I find myself with a new affection for my grandpa. He wanted, all his life, to leave the the cities, the suburbs, and move out to a small town away from everything else. My Grandma, however, wouldn't have it. They lived their whole lives only a few miles from where they grew up, with homes and churches and shopping centers popping up all around them.
I think, though, it must have been more than just a dream. It must have been in his blood, this need for open spaces. His son, my uncle, moved his family to a tiny town in Southern Utah and relished every minute of it spending his days exploring the nearby mountains and caves and his nights camping under the stars.
I like to think that someday I'll get my wish. I'll find a way to move away from it all, somewhere I can fall asleep to the sound of the wind in the trees and not the sirens. Somewhere that the air smells like sage and pine and soil, instead of exhaust. Some where I can sit outside and see the horizon, and not just the houses surrounding me on all sides. But until then, I'll just be here, longing for clear night skies and complete quiet.
Sent out into the void by Rachel Ward at 11:17 PM