Its only been four weeks, and yet time seems to be flying. How is it that time spent away from everything you love can go by so fast? Is it the difference of diversion or interception? Time moves so slow in the trees. I rarely hear the whine of the sirens or the scream of teens being too loud. The largest sound is the humming screech of the heat bugs and the gentle hum of corn growing.
Yes, you can hear corn growing, I never thought possible but its true. Living in a small town makes it impossible to want to move any faster. Getting ready for work in the morning stretches out infinitely, walking home from work is enjoyable, The time between waking and sleeping stretches out with infinite possibilities. I know corny, but it will take some getting used to.