not so everyday

I lived for six years in a city surrounded on three sides by mountains. Every non-cloudy day I could wake up and see the mountains on the horizon. They look different and beautiful every day, depending on the weather and the clouds and such. Looking at the mountains never gets old. They're always beautiful and breath-taking and awesome.

Then I moved to Oklahoma, the land of flat prairies with way too much horizon. And I'm okay with it; it's just that there's nothing to look at. So it finally just hit me today that that's why I like fall so much. The changing colors of the trees provide me with something to see and marvel at each day. I can pass the same tree that is ablaze in orange and red several times and still stop and stare every time. The changing colors of fall never get old. It's always amazing and beautiful, as well. So fall is cool. It helps me appreciate life. I'm thankful for small things like red leaves, to keep perspective.