Mark, having grown up in Idaho talks about the open air, the big sky that he had growing up.
I get it, and I’ve seen it many times. It is this vastness, this tall, tall air up above us. nothing to cover it, nothing touching it, for miles.
And I do like it when I see it, when I have it, when I am surrounded by it. I like it a lot. It makes you feel small, in this huge open space. It usually comes with silence, deep silence. I like all of it too.
But I know this open space also comes with dryer, warmer days. And as oppose to Mark, I grew up with trees. I grew up with rain (lots of it), and trees, lakes and rivers (large ones.) And I love that too. It does actually feel more like home, when I have these with me. Even though I love this big, tall blue, I need green. I need water.
I think it’s funny how the place we grew up in, makes such a large impact in our lives. We were just laughing few days ago, because Mark was commenting how done he was of the rain we’ve had. He needed a break from it, and he needed it to be dry, even just for a little while. Siena and I smiled, because we both love the water. The rain. I feel like I actually need the rain in my life, and I’ll take all of it as it comes.
This is the sight to both sides of the road.
I will take this sight though. It is so beautiful. All of it. Its quiet-ness, blue-ness, dry-ness, windy-ness, dark-ness, open-ness, tall-ness. Yes, all of it. Because I know soon enough I am always coming home to my rain.