I like the country.  The trees wave hello in the breeze.  The birds serenade each other. Grass ripples and shines in the sun, which smiles warmly down upon it all during the day.  The air carries the scent of flowers, the grass, and the pine trees.  Stars and the Moon glow brightly at night.  The air has a cool mystery for those that inhale.  Depending on the time of year, crickets or "peepers" sing their praises to the starshine.  One can hear the occasional owl calling or the wolf crying out to his mate.  Sitting there on the steps, one can close her eyes and feel at one with nature.

In the city it seems cold, hard, unfeeling.  Trees and grass seem as sparse as the smiles on the faces.  The sun glares hotly down on pavement that throws the heat back to tired feet and car tires.  Only pigeons seem to be at home, nesting on ledges or roofs, defecating in flight, eating whatever they can find.  The air seems lifeless, filled with the smell of exhaust. Sirens scream, horns blare, engines roar...nothing is peaceful.  At night the stars seem invisible by reason of the streetlights.  The moon is only visible when out in parking lots or on the highway.  Tall buildings block the view.  It is hard to relax when your heart pounds in panic.  It is hard to feel one with nature when your senses are dulled by stench of industry.