There are few things I love in the world more than fall. And there are few places where fall is more stuffing than the mountains of East Tennessee. On mornings like this, when the air is crisp and chilly, I look forward to the season to come (Christmas is 37 days away. When did that happen??) and I look back at autumn and smile. Because the colors and the football and the pumpkins and the scarves and the sunsets and the rainstorms are wonderful. And I'm exceptionally grateful for living in this place - where my mountains take my breath away and there is nothing quite like looking at the stars on a clear, cool night.
I know I'm rambling and might not be making much sense, but fall can do that to a person. I get so caught up in how splendid things can be that I'm not even certain that my thoughts are coherent. But, I don't mind being joyfully jumbled - because this life is certainly a beautiful thing.
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