“How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.”
~John Burroughs
Mr. Taylor and I took a road trip to this weekend to a city nestled in the foothills of the Blue Ridge mountains. Rich in history and bathed in nature’s bounteous beauty, this city is considered a writer’s paradise.
We were excited to go on this trip and take full advantage of the amazing arrival of fall, with its colors ablaze at every turn.
There is something other-worldly about driving through windy roads, passing large, green pastures and horse farms, with a stunning color palette as a backdrop.
With the crisp air whipping through our hair, we drove along as I experienced several moments of breathlessness as I marveled at what lay before my eyes—the colors of fall in all its glory.
It was liberating to take in large gulps of fresh, unadulterated air and feel the stress of everyday life flow out of my body,
as I gave in to my surroundings and enjoyed the moments I spent with Mr. Taylor.
Nature is a soothing balm to a tired soul.
