The land you know, even when you are lost can soothe a broken spirit with a familiar place to call home.

The road no longer feels long, it becomes a guide without a map to follow the twists and turns around each corner.

Knowing its peaks and valleys all too well. It makes a journey to the past feel like riding on a carousel.

The faces begin to mimic an old school teacher, a tired cashier, a man dedicated to his hustle, a mother smiling at the simple things in life.

The air so muggy and hot in the summer yet crisp and breezy in the winter.

Fall doesn’t exist because we know when the leaves begin to lift.

The seasons will shift from one extreme to the next.

Encouraging us all to take time to rest.

The water a mixture of grays and blues. A place many go to seek for solitude.

The clouds are mysterious with strokes of color displayed upon its never-ending canvas.

The scent of sweet potato pie and fried turkey or those pink azaleas flowers laying along the road all beautiful, soft, and sweet.

The energy of home when your bags can drop from your hands and lay peacefully at your feet.