I love early morning train whistles and the sound of rain on a tin roof. I love the smell of dirt after a gentle summer’s shower. I enjoy the ambiance of a busy city street, but prefer a quiet flower-filled meadow. I cry when I watch old romantic movies. I love glamorous women, but I am true to only one. I love cowboys, Indians, and stories of such. I love snow-capped mountains, green valleys, log cabins, and wagon trains. These are just a few of the things that define me, but what defines me the most is when I look out my window I am inspired to write about what I see.