(Sometimes it’s tough to feel at home in your own city. Which is why I’ve given myself a challenge: each day, for forty days, I’m going to find *one* thing I love about this place. And then I’m going to tell you about it. If you want to follow my journey, start here. Today is Day Thirty-Eight).
Dear Star City:
Today — Thanksgiving Day — I am grateful.
For your blue hills, your starswept skies, your swift green river.
I am grateful for the way your people stop and talk in the grocery aisles (although at first this drove me crazy).
I am grateful that I meet new and old friends wherever I go (although this took some getting used to, as well).
And while it used to get on my nerves, the way all your local artists can’t seem to stop painting rainbow roosters and sleepy-eyed cows and blue mountains at sunset … well, I think I understand this now. I do.
Because the artist must record what she sees and knows,
if only to teach herself how to see it rightly…
to see the beauty in the ordinary.
And you’re beautiful, Star City …
Couldn’t ask for anything more.