Somewhere in Missouri
While on a sunny walk, I took a shortcut through a farm. The resting fields were muddy from rain the night before, but the areas between were dry enough to walk through.

I was wearing my headphones, and I realized that no one was around to hear me if I wanted to sing. So I loosened up and starting singing along with my CD.

In a weathered shed, I saw a rusty plow and rolls of wire fencing. The grasses came up to my knees and I took giant steps as I went down a hill. There were purple and white clover blossoms, and I even saw a yellow butterfly.

It was a far cry from a crowded subway or a park lined with skyscrapers. But that's just what I liked about it.