Monday, August 15, 2011

Fall, You're a Tease

Yesterday was the most beautiful of all Sundays in East Tennessee. The sky was swirled blue and white and rode upon a breeze strong enough to rustle leaves and blow one's hair, but gentle enough to still be pleasant. It hinted at the happiness and warmth of fall and left me free to savor the last hot days of summer, knowing they won't last forever. I found myself wishing I were an Indian squaw living back in the days well before reservations where I could run in my moccassins along a river bank.

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