An Ode To The Fall of Nashville

I miss Nashville in the fall.

The warm sun and the crisp cool breeze

collaborating and compromising to

maintain a perfect 70 degrees.

The slight feeling of relief that,

as unforgettable as the summer was,

things will soon be settling down to a more

sustainable pace.

Driving through the winding roads with the windows down,

knowing that a glance out

holds the reward of red and gold and green

splashed across the most perfect of

cloudless blue skies.

The air of expectancy,

the breathtaking beauty all around

inspiring creativity and the feeling that anything is possible.