morning air.

I find I get stuck in my house at times doing housework, blogging, crafting and such, and often don't go outside for hours, often not truly remembering where I live. This morning, I went outside with my son for his carpool ride. The morning air totally reminded me of where I live.
The sweet smell of pine, gentle breeze of cool fresh air and the sound of silence. I can't begin to share with you how wonderful it smells up here. Truly like a breath of fresh air. Clean, clean fresh air....
Yes, I remember where I am, it is called home.