Let me preface this by saying, I did not write this today. It was sitting on the laptop waiting to be sent out. Waiting... waiting.. alright I was thinking about it, but it was still waiting.. so I'm finally sharing it.
No more waiting..
I wish you were here to see the trees adorned in bronze with intermittent hues of scarlet, a blue sky painted overhead with clouds from heaven touching their limbs. It is fall in the rolling hills of St. Charles, Illinois, a place that makes me less homesick for the foothills of Appalachia found in southern Ohio where I was raised.
I took some photos of Pleasant Valley Conservation Area in Woodstock (attached) to give you a glimpse of the beauty here. Autumn is not just a season for the eyes, but an invitation for all of the senses to feel warm sunlight punctuated by sharp winds, smell scents of wet leaves mingled with fungus, and taste apples so fresh that they have little of any resemblance to their store bought counterparts.
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