Emma

Emma,

Morning came early again.  It's that jet lag thing.  Just observing the behaviors of my pets reinforces how getting out of one's environment takes a while to readjust.  There is something special about fall mornings.  Before the activity begins.  A somber time.  I'm remembering my beautiful Smokies and I am missing them.  My familiar surroundings.  Definitely the most beautiful place on earth.

My Dad always talked about them.  I wanted to see what took his breath away.  I don't know him well as he left in my teens.  But what an eye he had for beauty.  It was the only place he ever spoke about other than Big Meadows in the Shenandoah.  He camped there often.  Nice, but no cigar.  The Smokies ring the bell.  And I have been thinking about the 'somber' aspect of the Smokies for years.  I can't describe it. Maybe they aren't so somber but there is a sadness in the color, the scalloping.  There is also a beauty in all of it.  What can I say?  I love them!

Before I close, I must tell you about the skies this morning.  Scattered clouds, bright moon with mist.  Each place sure has its beauty.  I am glad to be here.  Glad to have had all the experiences.  All in perfect order.

Love

Beth