It wasn’t always like this. I used to really dislike this time of year. The first cool licks created a fierce loneliness that I can only suggest was because of the void left by my mother. I would listen to music in my room growing up, and later as an adult, and cry over the sorrow I felt at the end of summer.
Living in Florida, we don't see much in the way of yellow ferns, unless they are dying - these looked so vibrant and happy I kept smiling at them as they smiled back.
As I rested on the edge of the mountain looking out at the double exposure ghostly image of these blue wonders, I realized it was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. I was smiling the whole time without even realizing it until Ronn pointed it out. I have seen the rolling hills of Tuscany, the crowded streets of Paris, the fireworks over Manhattan and flowers from all over the world, yet this by far was the most intense experience I have yet to witness.
No picture could ever capture the awe and the feeling of completeness I experienced. This will not be the only time I capture a moment in this place. I have my sights set on traveling the entire length of the parkway and taking my time about it. We went about 90 miles that day from Cherokee to Asheville and it took us 3-1/2 hours, but I still feel like I went too fast. To hike, walk, ride a bike, read, write, cry there is my goal and soon. Plus I saw my first woodchuck and I want to see more.
As clouds rolled in we left the parkway for civilization and Asheville where there is a magnificent farmer’s market. Spectacular sights and food canned and bottled with love – that is heaven. I stocked up on sauces, jellies, veggies, rubs and spices plus a wonderful loaf of sourdough bread.
My trek back was on the modern highway and time was made pretty fast especially since I kept trying to drop minutes from the GPS, without getting a ticket – success. As the sky grew dark, and even darker on the mountain, I settled in for the evening.
This was when I started feeling our trip coming to an end, and heartache set in. I felt exiled from the utter joy I felt on the mountain and spent a while just sitting on the swing, alone weeping. I hate getting ahead of myself, especially on vacation, but it only lasted for a few moments. I sipped my wine and went back in to the warmth and made plans for next time.
Wow - just wow!