Driving up the mountain. Temp
sixty-four degrees, the sun filters
through the trees and lands on my
white car as a rainbow of color. Leaves
swirl down around me, changing as
they prepare for the October art show
that encompasses these mountains, turning
the green canvas into shades of orange.
Corn stalks, scarecrows, and pumpkins
everywhere. Pastels and whites
of the golfers to the left, one
with his head raised soaking in
the sun and cool breeze on his face,
"Freedom" playing on the CD and I am...