I mark my days by the sunsets I've seen and the rocks I've gathered.
A typical view of the sunset from my back window where I lived in Indiana. I did have a better view at the park, but it was often too humid, too cold, had too many mosquitoes or bad air. I cried a lot in Indiana.
Now, a three minute drive takes me here. The sweeping views heal me. I breath, and I don't cry.
Rocks and flowers make me happy.