Standing atop the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia in autumn, facing west, I look out over the Shenandoah Valley and the long Massanutten Mountain which stretches down its center. Even further out are the Appalachian Mountains.
I breath in. The air is crisp this time of year, and has that fresh smell you’ll find atop forested mountains.
It’s a quiet moment on a calm, cloudy morning.
Life is good.
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