No matter how lovely the journey out of the county, I am always joyfully at home upon returning. It doesn't seem to matter from which direction I re-enter the county, there is always a noticeable "thunk" of "rightness" as I re-enter. This evening coming home on Highway 20, the light was at the magical hour. I didn't consciously think, "Ahhh, we're back in the county," yet there was that moment when the wonder hit. I was reminded of Einstein's line, "There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle, The other is as though everything is a miracle." I'm enjoying the miracles of this wonderful place.