Here I sit in this Alabama coffee shop; But really I am in the mountains, the beautiful autumn North Carolina mountains.
Red, orange, yellow, and a few purple leaves dress thousands of trees lining the interstate. I can smell fall through the air vents and feel happy at the thought of cool nights and warm sweaters. There is nothing more refreshing than natural beauty-clear water and undeveloped land, shining in the early morning sun, then highlighted by the gradation of color at sunset.
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I grab a cup of hot tea at the organic market and set off for a long walk around the quaint town that I have loved since a tiny girl on her daddy's shoulders. I walk in and out of the charming shops filled with local artistry, recalling years of memories all the while. A tall bearded man leans against the corner lamp poll and sings a song about his old dog, Fido, then breaks for a harmonica bridge. Granola couples stroll hand in hand with babies strapped to their hearts. They are all dressed in hand knitted pullovers and patchwork pants.

Enough daydreaming...