“It was the golden time of year. Every day the leaves grew brighter, the
air sharper, the grass more brilliant. The sunsets seemed to expand and
melt and stretch for hours, and the brick facades glowed pink, and
everything got bluer. How many perfect autumns did a person get?”
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MOOOOOO.
There it was, a big field of these Scottish Highland cows, with the autumn sun illuminating them to a honey golden color, and just watching them chew on grass, and turn their heads toward the sun, made me feel better. Laugh if you will, but it fixed some deep anxiety in me. Just nature, doing it's thing, and autumn being beautiful. Marin County always brings me inner joy, I sure wish I still lived in the Bay Area, and could see it all the time.
