Let’s jump to the current page of the story,

Just to glance a bit at where we’re going,

There’s rural part of a big city,

Where you live and tour,

go biking or bowling?

Land of the coyotes is it’s name,

Seven years a slave here now,

Maybe a few more yet to go,

The cold here is like snow,

But that’s just the basics of the flow,

The place, the life are about connections,

We have lived enough off the reflections…