It took me a while to realize that the handful of fiery red trees sprinkled amongst the many, many green ones were not in full bloom but were, in fact, slowly going to sleep for the winter.

The fire of Fall had engulfed almost everything by the time my compass stopped spinning madly, pointing towards What on Earth am I doing here? one moment and This is where I want to be the next.

There are still days that set it aquiver, but those are becoming further and fewer by the week.

This is where I want to be.
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