There are cornfields here that probably look much like the cornfields in Iowa. Or Ohio.
But these are the ones that surround the turn in the road I took to land me far away from the city I called home my whole life.
And the locals, they are the kind you don’t mind trusting. They seem harmless enough.
Kinda like the locals in Ireland. They’re just…locals.
And the buttercups in spring are just as beautiful here as everywhere too. But they are my buttercups.