Funny that only today it should feel like fall is coming. It is November, after all.
But that's Northern California weather. Much like Forrest Gump's box of chocolates, ya never know whatchur' gonna git. So yesterday I basked in 80 degree sunshine and today I want a warm, fuzzy pair of slippers and some hot, mulled cider with a cinnamon stick.
Today I'm thinking about the most beautiful Falls I can remember. I spent two of them nestled in the Blue Ridge mountains, tucked away at a small Liberal Arts College. I watched from the second-story window of the old mansion-hotel I lived in as the hills burst into flames of color. Brilliant reds, oranges and yellows danced around the hills before the leaves finally fell in looping swirls to the ground.
Fall on the East Coast is truly spectacular. The locals call the viewing of it "Watching the Colors." Don't miss out.
This was the view from my "dorm" window at college... 'C'est magnifique, n'est-ce pas?
(It was taken on 35mm film and I scanned in the old, worn print... hence the bad quality)
Where do you want to be today?
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