The country 🧡

(Play your favorite country song. Mine is God must be a cowboy by Dan Seals and God's Coloring Book by Dolly Parton!!🧡 This article exposes my silly little heart. Enjoy)

I'm growing fond of cigarettes and beer glasses. I'm getting used to the kisses wrapped around whiskey and apple pie. Slow music in this crowded bar. I look around and I can barely see the faces of everyone else. But looking down on this wooden floor I can see gowns swaying and old boots moving around and right on my face is this man. "I love your long beard and that hat was a good choice." I go. This town. The weather is misty in the evenings, the music is louder than the raindrops and the air sounds like Rascal Flatts then Maren Morris..."can I get a hallelujah? can I get an amen? Feels like the holy ghost running through ya, when I play the Highway FM"... everyone sings along and the voice behind my head goes, " I want to exist here forever!"

The country has a way of hugging you and not letting go even though you've never been there. But any love of mine, I want it to be of the country. I want to know everyone in my village. I want to make casserole for my neighbors when I move there. I want my man to have a pistol on his side casually. I want to ride on horses and make flower crowns every single day while I get cherries from my own farm.  I want to ride on a bus to the city and be disgusted by the city people and the dirty side walks. 

I had a dream once. I was awake in my dream so, a day dream. I was running in a field of sunflowers and towards the end there was long grass that I go lost into. And there I sat watching the sun set and I was the happiest thing to ever exist. I want to live in my little day dream. Wandering but not lost, too busy chasing the sun. I want to exist for a couple of minutes in a sunflower field only that it's just sunflowers without grass at the end and I can watch the sunflowers shy away from the sunset...

I don't ever want to miss out on the smell of gunpowder when the man of my life fires at an antelope. I want to live for simple sunsets and picnics and definitely, FLOWER CROWNS!!! I don't want to miss out on the part where we take a drive on an old Corvette on a lonely road that leads to nowhere. I want it all, the old churches, kind folks, the old man next door who's crushing hard on me, kids running around, festivals, lumber jacks, old boots, horse backs, dancing in a field, good food, old beer, the color brown and orange and a nice blue sky!

Take me to the road that leads to the country!!