Perhaps my favorite place in the world is my front porch. It overlooks the valley, it's big, it faces the sun. When I was younger, I would take a big book and a glass of ice water out to the front porch and read for hours. I loved feeling the warmth of the sun on my face and being out there to see the happenings in my corner of the world.
Here I am. That's the front porch (and the house) where I grew up.
From the porch, I saw neighbors come and go. Sunrises. Sunsets. I read countless stories and wrote many of my own. I made sense of the world from the small, limited view I saw from my front porch.
Now, I have experienced much more than that ten-year-old in the grass. I look out from the same front porch but I do not see the same view. I see color, detail, and life because of things I have done and accomplished.
This is the same sun that has been rising and setting for thousands of years. I took this picture from my front porch; I've watched this sun move across the sky my whole life. But because I stepped off the front porch and experienced so much, it looks different to me now.