Whenever I am at home, our family takes lovely long walks. This isn’t because we all enjoy walking. No. It’s because we have a needy noisy dog that won’t stop begging to go outside once it hits 4:30pm. He’ll stare at us, paw at the door, and whine as if he’s been a prisoner of our spacious backyard for forty years.
Yet we all enjoy it. Thanks to the crashing of the housing market, there’s a few acres of land in our neighborhood that is left undeveloped. This entire neighborhood actually used to be a ranch, and I remember washing a handful of cows and horses grazing while my mom drove me to school when I was young. What’s left of that ranch is barren fields, a couple trees, and a flock of crows.