My Home Town

This is what they don't understand, people who come from some other place, people who have lived all of their lives elsewhere. This is where I grew up. This is what my brain has programmed as "normal". This is how an early December day should be spent. This is the ocean that should surround life's defining moments. And that is the smile that belongs on a child's face who is permitted to simply live life, not to constantly battle the climate, the confines of a small midwestern town, the absence of a greater outlook, of a purpose beyond the immediate and the mundane. My home town. I do miss it. Wouldn't you?