Its my home

The smell, the feel, the sounds, the sight, the everything. It all screams home to me. It makes me calm, despite what cards life has recently dealt me. It sends me to that happy place where nothing could touch me, not even life or God himself. Its where I can completely break down and feel okay after. Its where I build myself back up and know that everything will be okay. Its my light at the end of the very very very long tunnel of darkness I call life. Its where I feel like myself completely, where I lose myself in beauty. It my heaven, my safe haven, my comfort zone. Its the country :)