There was a time where I never left the city. It encompassed all. Sure, there were other subdivisions. bedroom communities, small city's that bordered the big city. They all ran into one and you took them for granted.
Now I find my world blessed by gravel roads, highways and byways that lead from from one little town to the next. Towns I'd never heard of or dreamed existed. We all have roads in life like that.
I know where the bar is in Sutton, the pizza is in Gilter, where our friends are in Stockham. I've partied in Milligan, picked up a foster dog in Geneva, relaxed lakeside in Silver Creek. I picked up precious canine cargo at the rural airports in Harvard and in Aurora. We've done pet therapy visits in Hastings. I've delivered flowers in Henderson. Visited friends in Bradshaw. We've had dinner in Marquette, Central City, Hampton, Chapman and Dannenbrog. We get around. And usually we eat when we get there.
I go more places than I ever went before. Or, perhaps, I am simply more aware of the individuality and beauty of the destination. Sometimes you have to look past the big and embrace the little. Big can be beautiful too, but I'm finding little is perfect in a big way.
