as the leaves turn to gold..

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One day, I'm going to spend an Autumn season on the East Coast--preferrably in Vermont or Maine. Somewhere deep in the country where I can stroll along a rugged lane lined with crimson maples and golden oaks, breathing in the crisp air as millions of leftover leaves still in their bright splendor crunch beneath my feet; truly living Fall for once in my life.

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This side of the globe just doesn't satisfy my inner craving for a spectacular October, and I grow weary of the endless greys and browns that bless my unfortunate home state.

Just once, I want to climb to the top of some sun-kissed hill and gaze down at Fall-clad slopes, dutifully decorated with splotches of red and yellow and orange.

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I want to ride an Autumn wind in a sailboat just off the coast to admire the season's splendor from the water.

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I want to sit inside an old farmhouse sipping a cup of tea as evening approaches, watching the sun set behind the trees and drinking in the last light from behind a rippled window.

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..And I want to rise with the sun, take my sketchpad and paints to the front porch, and capture the scene before me so I will always remember. 

Perhaps next year? Perhaps the year after? Perhaps in fifty years? Perhaps never.

Nevermind. I have all I need right now, right here, right where God has placed me. If He wills me to see an East Coast Fall, so shall it be.

Still, what are your dreams? And what is your favorite season?

"Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?"

~Alfred Lord Tennyson