I love driving around here while the sun is setting on autumn’s peak. The trees and the hills glow in the sun, the brilliant reds and yellows lit up from within.
Several tall, pure white spires have materialized on a ridge in the mountains across the lake. I see them on the horizon sometimes. For some reason, I like them. They make me imagine a futuristic white city where everything is clean and energy is harvested from renewable resources. I think those spires are windmills, not an oasis from the future. I could be wrong though.
One more month until I return to work. In some ways I’m ready, in some ways I’m not at all. I want Canada for her year long maternity leave.
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Oct 14th 2009Vermont