The first real frost is forecasted. After that, well, you never know what the colors will be. So late this afternoon as I drove home from my weekly grocery run, the cows called to me and I had to stop and take their picture. The light was coming in at a beautiful angle, and I was dreaming of buying an expensive camera in that moment. I got over it. The iPhone will have to do. I’ve driven past this scene, and many of the cows’ brethren, for twenty years. But there’s always something a bit whimsical seeing it in fall. When I first moved here from the hustle of Long Island, I used to joke with my friends that I now live in a post card. It’s not a joke anymore. I really do. And I’ve learned to live in the woods rather than at the beach, and I’ve learned there is peace in rolling footpaths are there are in rolling waves.
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