i've said it before and i'll say it again: i love being at my dad's house. there's just something about the country that i can't seem to get enough of. maybe it's the cool breeze bringing with it the smell of rye grass just having been harvested. maybe it's the warm glow of the sun not being obstructed by other houses. maybe it's the sound of birds chirping and pheasants calling not being overpowered by tractors pushing dirt around to make room for more houses. maybe it's the loud trucks that drive past (because you can't live in the country and not have a loud truck). maybe it's just watching my little boy enjoy playing in the backyard, where i used to play not that long ago.
whatever it is, i sure do love it.