Where This Bird Grew Up
January 6, 2011 § 5 Comments
There’s some kind of special magic in my hometown. I don’t know where it comes from. Maybe it is in the dirt. Or in the water that melts down from the mountains into the valley in the spring. It could be the hum of all the ghosts left behind from all of us who spent time there or a result of being in close proximity from something as beautiful as Yosemite.
I don’t know what it is, but I know the place where I grew up is unique. I am so glad to have grown up there even though it’s the type of place that gets looked over. It isn’t a city that usually receives love letters.
I don’t think I will ever move back, but I know I will always visit. The central valley will always be special to me.