The green hills of West Virginia. I can wonder down those leafy trails over the hills in my minds' eye and again feel the silky dust in the path I'd made over the years running over my toes as I go to hunt for the cow for milking.
I can still smell the scent of yeast bread baking and coffee perking from the wind twirling around the tree trunks near a clearing...and that blue mist that drops in the late evening over the hills..lovely.