I love my home city. These three years away have only reaffirmed this love. When my dad was driving us back yesterday, he took us through a new highway, built while I was away, because "even in the winter, you get to see this." Rolling hills and valleys, dipping and overlapping, various shades of blue folding over an unseen horizon. I may not have been born here, but these are My hills. When I brought B and his dog here, his dog would put two paws on our highest windowsill and stare into these hills. Even he felt their wonder.