Flatlander

We are at Sister's house for the Thanksgiving holiday.  One of my favorite things about her house has always been sitting on the back veranda watching the sun rise in the distance.  A beautiful nighttime view of the city lights on the horizon was a treat for my eyes.  No more!  The cotton field that backed their property is no longer a field but a developing sub-division.  Oh my! My holiday may be ruined.   In the name of progress cities must grow and bring new residents, but I still suffer from the "Not in My Backyard!" slogan...and I'll pass it along to Sister.  Sunrise over the rooftop behind was no thrill at all.