I always seem to miss them. But what I see is still beautiful...
The afterglow of missed splendor.
The sweat drips through my lavender dress and my new brown boots harbor prickly prisoners of the field. My feet don't care even though they just ran up a small mountain.
To the left of me: tall, yellow, Toadflax flowers greet my nearest field of vision while complimenting the dark indigo of the Blue Ridge Mountains. These majestic mountains are dizzy with the peach and raspberry sorbet swirled above their heads...
To the right of me: the dark forest is contrasted against the sun's last kiss on the scattered clouds' cheeks. The bottom of each piece of heaven is dusted with glowing gold, and wears a scarf of ash-purple on top of its flaxen curls.
The rest is infinite. A softly sung melody of color...a blue that graces brides...
Something old...
This land.
Something new...
My perception.
Something borrowed...
This fragrant Virginia air.
Something blue...
My heart to leave this place.
And with that I say, "I do," to this beautiful state, this beautiful Earth, and my beautiful future.
Goodbye...until the next sunset.
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