|A beautiful morning in Arkansas, just because.|
You have your grid lock of street lights with cars racing between the reds. You have your big box stores, your typical strip mall shopping centers, your chain restaurants. You have your residential sections split up according to income and social status. And driving through these larger cities very little stands out that is worth seeing aside from a famous night skyline or two. Otherwise, the only thing you are usually watching are the taillights in front of you as you try to avoid an accident from the bumper to bumper, always in a rush, traffic.
It is the smaller towns that catch my eye. The rural life with its rustic beauty and diversity. The ones that have historic town hall buildings that are still functional. The mom and pop stores and family owned grocery. They are filled with history both in landmarks, stories, and architecture. These little towns catch the eye as you travel slowly through them with all their neat little buildings and layouts. They aren't as segregated as the larger cities. You can often see residential mixed in with businesses, right next to “industrial”. These little towns are made for walking, exploring, and enjoying. They boast a slower pace in life.
When we are younger most of us want to escape to the big city to experience all the excitement. But as I get older I realize the the beauty of a slower paced life and enjoy the quaint beauty of the tiny towns.