Grassy plains and fields of wildflowers call to me.
I miss the jagged rows of corn and the sweet lullaby that combines sing in the summer.
The whistle of the wind through the trees and land for miles and miles does something for me that nothing else can.
Deer frolicking through the timber and squirrels jumping from branch to branch put a different kind of smile on my face.
Bean stalks in the fields and cattails in the ditches where the toads croak and lounge in the water make me miss home.
The hot summer sun shining down on the gravel roads and glinting off the grass makes me miss who I used to be.