Jersey Falls

I miss fall. I was sunbathing here on Sunday. I like the warm weather, but here it goes from hot and sunny to rainy and cold without any warning at all, and the palm trees dance the same dance from spring until fall.

I miss New Jersey falls - with yellow sunshine dancing through the vibrant shades of red and orange leaves, painting kaleidescope patterns on the roads. I miss driving, maybe a little too fast, on the back roads with the windows down, breathing deep breaths of crisp autumn air pregnant with the scent of the freshly mowed corn fields, the last cutting of hay, fallen apples and the lingering whiffs of last night's bonfire.

I suppose when I leave here I'll miss the sea.