There is something about this place..

Honestly, I can't quite put my finger on it.

It could be the cozy feel I get waving at everyone I don't know,
It might be the people I've come to care so much about in so little time,
or is it the blazing sunrise and sunset that remind me of the painters hand,

It could be the snow falling lightly outside the window while I sit by the fire,
It might be the tree full of decoration filling the main room,
or is it the depth I feel when I open my book and dream of new worlds,

It could be the way the season reminds me of my youth,
It might be the warmth of the car when the cold threatens and bites,
or is it the joy I have seeing friends follow the Lord.