Greens that seem almost neon in hue.
Reds, Oranges, and Yellows that fascinate and tantilize the eye.
Here is it brown. Maybe more like grey? I am not sure what to call it.
I miss the variety. I miss the smell of fall. I miss the crisp feel of the air and the need for scarves in November.
True, there is something to be said for a mild climate. Not too hot. Not too cold. Always the same. Pleasant, I suppose.
But, I relish the change. I thrive on the scenery. It makes me feel alive. That crisp air rejuvenates my spirit. Those colors refresh my soul.
I suppose my uprbringing made me that way.
When you grow up surrounded by such things, you crave them. they become part of you.
Soon. As the Holidays draw nearer. Soon, I will get my fix. I will visit the place that rejuvenates and refreshes me.
And how lovely it will be.