It's quiet up here.
Rarely do you hear sirens, or tires screeching.
There is no hip hop booming music coming from the car behind you.
People don't honk.
The only time you are flashed with "brights" is when you've accidently left yours on coming through the canyon.
Subaru's and Toyota 4-Runners/Highlanders run the streets instead of minivans and sedans.
Horse trailers and drift boats are parked on the sides of homes instead of RV's and lake boats.
99% of the population owns a dog. Big dogs too. No pocket or designer dogs. It's not uncommon to see a dog leashed up waiting outside the post office, or a restaurant for its owner.
And the dogs are friendly. Friendly just like the owners.
This community is active.
There are probably just as many mountain bikes and jog strollers as there are cars.
The big news isn't that a new brand name store has opened. It's that an old mountain biking trail has been restored, or that the creek water is back on.
People here love their wine. A whole aisle in the grocery store devoted to just that.
You can always find those specialty ingredients that recipes called for that you could never find at Walmart or Smith's. Weird onions or spices, vinegars or cheeses. They have it.
It's quiet up here.
It's calm and peaceful.
Storms roll in as fast and they roll out.
Leaving behind bright skies and a fresh start.
It's beginning to feel like home.
