On my drive home today, I passed this meadow in front of a single cabin sitting in the glow of setting sun. Although fall is all around us, the grass is green and as fresh as spring time.

Pretty colors near my house, along my road I travel every day.

Late afternoon on my street. Fall is fading in western North Carolina. We've already had our first snow. I cherish each day I can see these mountains where I live. From my deck, from my yard littered with gold, and from the road into town, I drink in the beauty I see as though each day were my last.