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I miss the Midwest, where I have spent most of my life. I moved to the mountains from the plains, which sounds exciting but really isn't. I think that people who are not content with life, often dream of exotic landscapes and think life will be better or more exciting there.
I miss the beauty of the plains, the green rolling hills, the snaking streams, the deciduous woods, the wind blowing my hair, the colors of fall, crimson sunsets on golden fields, the quite peace of a winter snow, flowers of spring, warm sultry summer nights, swimming at the lake, and the fireflies. I miss the changing of the seasons.
The mountains I will give are a little warmer in the winter, but it seems like there are nine months of it, spring comes late, summer is cold and almost absent, and fall is practically nonexistent, since it snows while the leaves are still green causing them to all turn brown. The mountains are an ugly scar on the horizon all brown, black, gray and white.
So this all leads into a quote:
Anne of the Island by L. M. Montgomery
"I think we'll like Kingsport," said Gilbert. "It's a nice old burg, they tell me, and has the finest natural park in the world. I've heard that the scenery in it is magnificent."
"I wonder if it will be--can be--any more beautiful than this," murmured Anne, looking around her with the loving enraptured eyes of those to whom "home" must always be the loveliest spot in the world, no matter what fairer lands may lie under alien stars.
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