Short Significant Post

I've never much been a fan of the city, always preferred the lighthearted breeze of the countryside. The typical tranquil  noisy cacophonous nature of the local fauna. I live on a mountainous road, surrounded by pines and maples that reach the tip of the sky, piercing the stratosphere with flowering phalanges of the greenest leaves, which turn into the most spectacular foil age that should be a sin to miss come autumn.  

    I'm not a roughpacking nature boy myself, but I am obsessed with the obvious beauty of all that surrounds me. I walk down my road every Spring  and Summer, and never a I not amazed by the sheer beauty that envelops me. I cannot believe how lucky I am to be where I am. Most people want the wear and tear of the city life, and I had that, I was born and raised a good portion of my life in one of the five Burroughs of New York City. Sure, the majesty of a city can be its own reward, but I'd much rather trade in the trees infinite canopies for the towering, albeit; finite made structure of skyscrapers. 

I'd take the deafening silence of humming cicadas over the buzzing annoyance of beeping taxis lined up like my old matchbox set from hen I was a child.  Maybe I'm just floating on a dream of seeing the underlying enlightenment of the solitude which comes from the majesty of the Catskills, and missing out on the human beauty. It may be true, but I cherish the monumentous  simplicity of the glory of a Catskill morning.