A few years ago, during a road trip out west, I couldn’t believe the breathtaking views. It didn’t matter if we were in a national park or just driving on the highway: Every inch of landscape seemed to have been carved by sculptors, painted by artists. The mountains, the canyons, the never-ending skies…

And I wondered if the people who lived here were in as much awe as I was. Or if it became commonplace. If, perhaps, Ohio would be more of a masterpiece to them. Would the rolling hills and lush trees bring as much joy to them as the desert was to me?

Perspective, I suppose, can mean a lot. What can we discover if we consider the world outside our own windows through another’s eyes?