Have you ever noticed that moment when the seasons change? It is not an exact date or time or even second, but rather a feeling. For me that feeling happens now, in November. Perhaps because two years ago during this time my days were spent in planning mode for the two months that I was going to be out of work and out of my own day-to-day life following my heart surgery. As I walked home from the gym this morning I felt the change. It was colder, and even as I stepped into the sunlight, the air felt different. Have you ever felt that change and for just a few seconds wished that you could step into another place? For me that place is often the Amalfi Coast. A two week vacation was all it took, and it brought me away from the cold air of the North East. Have you ever seen the pink paint peeling away from a gorgeous wall with palm trees surrounding it, and even though you know that it is old, and perhaps could use a new coat of paint, you would not change a thing about it...
have you ever sat underneath a grape arbor and seen lemons the size of grapefruits, and breathing in the air tasted like the sun?
what about driving recklessly around an island in a car that is no more stable than a golf cart as people yell at you because the muffler has half-fallen off, and sparks are flying from behind the back of the car...
or, have you ever tasted buffalo mozzerella so fresh that you actually get to meet the buffalo from where it came???
So when I find the winds changing, and my mind drifting to the places I have been, and the past, I think about where I would like to go in the future.
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