Around where I live, all you have to do is look and you will see beauty.
While the hillside across the way donned an apricot down tam to compliment the seasonal colors further down.
Do I miss the ocean waves of home?
Sometimes memories of frothy surf racing toward the shore are stirred when I look overhead.
I suppose I am a bigamist: I love the ocean shores, mountain splendors, moss draped swamps and sandy desert visas equally.
Don't judge my divided heart.
I've seen your pictures that document your many loves.
Don't try to say that you are not the same as me.