I wanna walk and not run
I wanna skip and not fall
I wanna look at the horizon
And not see a building standing tall
I wanna be the only one
For miles and miles

Someone said once......Gee Rachel, not everyone lives like Waldo Emerson. Sometimes I forget that I live in a beautiful spot of the country, and then it happens. It is the same time every year. The leaves change. The stars are bright. It amazes me at times that I get to see all this and more because in the city, stars are non-existant and leaves are far and few. The mountains look like someone stoked them with any variety of colors of a paint brush. It is awesome. It makes me feel like Anne. That lucky to live in a such a magnificent place.