Chapter Intro

We wander somewhere between wheat fields and winding rivers in the summer, pass sugar maples and quiet pumpkins as fall settles in, count stars and seconds beneath the glow of Times Square in winter, and lie among dandelions and yellow blooms when spring returns.

This is America — not just the highways, skyscrapers, and the chase for more, but something quieter. We only have to slow down long enough to notice it, each word revealing what has been quietly buried beneath years of living.