|Little ol' Denison. I've driven by this sign a million times, and I never thought it was beautiful... Until now.|
|The country road I traveled down.|
|Let's not talk about how many attempts it took me to get this picture. Have you ever tried to photograph your feet as your running? Holy hard!|
|I didn't realize I was about to run over a four-foot bull snake until I was practically on top of it.|
The entry is so welcoming. Two monarch lions stand as sentinels, while the American and Iowa flags fly proudly.
|In my mind the softball field is hallowed ground.|
As if the scenery and memories weren't enough to make for a fabulous run, there was more. Every single person who drove by me waved at me. None of them (likely) knew me (or recognized me), but they all waved. That's what people do around here. The simplest, smallest gesture of a hand was something I didn't even know I missed, but I do.
Did I mention the smell of grass? It seemed as if everyone was out and mowing, leaving me to gulp down the sweet aroma.
As my tour of the town was ending, I was traveling down a large hill, a hill I'd driven over, and run down countless times. It wasn't until yesterday that I was treated to the most post-card perfect picture; a picture that could easily encompass most of Iowa living.
|Isn't it just beautiful?|
I showed the picture to my parents and they asked where I'd taken it. They were surprised to learn the view was just atop the hill they live on.
As I returned home I thanked God for opening my eyes to so much that I'd missed for so many years.