HOMETOWN

Let me tell you about a place I know where mornings aren’t bustling crowds and honking
and fingers tapping on steering wheels, waiting for stoplights to turn green.

Let me tell you about a place where mornings are echoes of your neighbors sweeping their front lawn, roosters crowing as the sun rises, your grandmother cooking breakfast in the kitchen
while sunlight streams in from the windows. Let me tell you about a time where
everything was much simpler.