Small town

I used to live in the city.

The kind with four million people.

And in my trump that I made, visiting all types of places, I found myself secretly wishing that I would end up in a small town.

The one where everybody knows everybody.

Where you can see smiles more often, Where the air is clean and smells like grass in the Summer and like wood on the fireplace in the Winter.

Where the streets are so small that you can only walk, not drive.

They say ‘be careful what you wish for’...

Well that’s my wish.