Oregon in Autumn, and I am once again amazed. I have spent the last two years reeling at the feeling of the changing seasons. I don't know if I'll ever get used to it. I am still surprised by the chill in the air, and the streaks of red, yellow and brown that tear through the green forested hills. The night air tastes like rain, and a cold winter to come soon. But not yet. For now there are falling leaves, shortening days, and nights that grow a little more chill night after ever lengthening night.
I used to tell the seasons by the decorations in the mall. Now I know what it means to enjoy the Fall.
I used to tell the seasons by the decorations in the mall. Now I know what it means to enjoy the Fall.
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that last line totaly rhymes. Maybe you should be a rapper 
ladylips:
I love when the leaves start to change, my grandad lives on a lake surrounded by trees and the colors are beautiful reflected in the water! 