I live less than a mile from where I grew up on a dairy farm. Maybe it’s the lens of maturity or clarity of mind or a combination of both, but somehow the beauty of this place becomes brighter each day. Along with that clarity comes the realization of how terribly hard my parents have worked to provide me with opportunities that were never offered to them. It’s bittersweet to feel the benefits available to me, because the hard work that allowed these things to fall within my grasp was not just my own. What I’ve achieved I’ve reached from the shoulders of my parents. As a parent, I understand; but I still hope to one day lift them up to reach a dream.

Sun rising with the fog