Today, I went on a run for the first time in Mapleton since last summer. It was approximately 7:30, and the setting sunlight made everything absolutely beautiful. And I completely fell in love with this town all over again.
Here is what I loved:
That neighbors pull each others weeds.
How every corner holds an old memory.
That no matter which direction you look, you will see an empty field.
That the old man on the corner still dresses in leather and takes his Harley out for a daily ride.
Seeing my hand is stamped in the driveway.
That the mountains can be half green and half white at the same time.
That I can see the windmills.
The smell of grass.
That everyone owns the same exact shirt (Springville Football. Curtis #30.)
As I was running, I ran past a field and a tractor. The harsh sunlight was illuminating the cloud of dust behind the tractor and turning all the sheep into silhouettes. And I had a thought that I have never thought before. I grew up in a sheep safari. And I wouldn't have had it any other way.
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