Yes, technically I live in a village. It’s a great little neighborhood surrounded by nature, mountains (well, what PA calls mountains), and plenty of wild life. It’s a place where kids play, and parents hang. It’s a place where we breathe in the morning air, and rest our souls at night. Your village could be your apartment and the nearby park, your camping RV, your house in the suburbs with the white picket fence, or god forbid, your cubicle. Where ever your village is, it’s a place where you spend time, live the ups and downs of life and reflect on what may be. As I tell you about my village, feel free to leave comments and tell everyone about yours.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
~Rabindranath Tagore
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