The Sights and Sounds of Home

I was sitting on the banks of The Ohio— in Ohio, eating my lunch when the sounds of home came rolling across the waters.

I have so many good memories from childhood of this river…

…swimming— yes, sWimMinG!

…and, I was baptized in those waters along with several other young people that day…family members and friends.

And, the sounds of the trains… When I head home to West Virginia, occasionally I can still hear them pass when I visit Mom and Dad over two miles away from the tracks.

I love these places I call home. 🖤