...Spaghetti-like Contrails | ||
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airplanes and spaghetti-like contrails and explosions
this morning i awoke from a nightmare a little later than usual for a weekday
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kitty was snoozing at the foot of our bed
she sensed i was awake and tip-toed up between us to nuzzle me i petted her head and she licked my hand | |
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strangely, i was in a good mood
better than i've felt in quite a while | ||
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i got up and looked out the window
despite last night's forecast of a gloomy start fog burning off to reveal a high overcast | ||
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the sun was shining bright
illuminating the yellow and red leaves in the backyard contrasted against the deep blue sky |  | |
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my soulmate stirred at my motion
i said she should look out the window i said today is the day we go to the mountain village | ||
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after the usual ritual
showers and coffees and eggs et al. and kitty's baleful looks we were off on the road to go leaf peeping | |
  
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as we ventured west and north
crossing borders towns in the midst of their traditional celebrations the intensity of the trees' color increased and reminders of how truly scenic it is all around us soon the countryside was aflame in fall color | |
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the mountain village was lovely in its simple beauty
a main street in an idyllic setting a brief repast a little browsing some crafts to admire but not buy |  | |
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not wanting to return the same way we came
we headed home on a different path | ||
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and the leaves were even more intense
as though their colors may have been improving as the day progressed | |
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we came upon a sign
of a park along the road so we ventured off our path |  | |
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a stroll in the forest
around a silver pond the leaves and the crickets the occasional people passing a quick hello as they walk by and we're alone again to marvel at it all | |
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kaleidoscope reflections
on the water on life the sky blue and clear and all seems clear so obvious just a trail in the forest |  | |
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back in the car
the ride back was quick and painless | ||
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kitty was waiting at the door
i petted her head and she purred a tad and rubbed her chin on my ankle | |
| all was well with the world | ||
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