I spent the better part of a week at the house; invited the neighbors for brunch; enjoyed the visit.

Stared out the windows at the bright sunshine and birds; made friends, of a sort, with a little wormy thing-o that had made a home in my kitchen sink.

Drove past the red barn and double silos, surrounded by every shade of green; passed the chestnut mare licking a newborn foal behind the split-rail fence.

...And could not wait to come home. Now tell me: why?