Or just a stirring in my soul.

If your anything like me,sometimes the quiet cool walls of concrete jungles seem to almost close in.When those moments dawn,my prairie girl heart aches for wide open spaces.
To be free.

 To run my fingers over the tips of knee high wheat sheaves.To run in a straight line till my legs give way.

To feel the sun on my skin and best of all,to sit in silence.

The city can be a wonderful place,the smells,sights and adventure peeking around every corner.But it's a lonely place.People hide in their phones,eyes downcast,begging ,imploring you not to talk to them,to let them continue to live in the universal state of anonymity. Buses are crowed,often smelly.Traffic is loud and dangerous.And yet,somehow we are drawn here.We come to find ourselves,to start  a new life.   

After 19 years of living,I have found that I am not truly a city girl.Sure, I enjoy dressing up for a stroll in the village or a night on the town,there are moments where my favourite song blares from the strings of a street busker,or when  a stranger offers you a smile.The architecture tells stories,and the food options are limitless.

But my heart belongs to an entirely different place.

The wild skies and endless horizons.A place where doors are left unlocked,the neighbours always have that missing cup of sugar.the tree's grow wildly,never to constrained by metal cages and The grass has never met pavement.

So for now here I'll stay.I'll enjoy the shadows of light downtown,those restaurants will become acquaintances.That coffee shop around the corner will come to know me by name.

But fear not, the day will come when the noise of the city will fade.We'll build our own nook of land and raise our babies in mud puddles and forts.

To be free.

Are you a city mouse or a country one?

Yours,

K