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It Is a Subtle Difference
By Dale Morrow
It is late August and I find myself already anticipating the
subtle fall breezes. Fall, what a lovely time to look forward to. Almost everyone who is from somewhere else does not believe
Florida has seasonal weather changes. I agree that they are not as drastic and
well defined, but nonetheless they are there. Native Floridians and long time residents know what I am
talking about. It is a subtle difference at first. Once in a while it can be
dramatic, but usually it starts with a light crisp breeze or a fresh smell.
Usually I find myself walking out early in the morning seeking out that simple
sign. So far it has eluded me, or maybe I am a bit to eager for
this to happen. I have noticed the daylight has shortened a little. I have
become a bit more sensitive to changes. I’m not to sure if it is old age or my
heightened awareness, I think maybe it is my old age, excuse me I mean middle
age. I enjoy all the different seasons, but I believe I enjoy the moment of the
change most. Anticipation is a wonderful thing. I wish I could prolong the first
moment for little longer. A boy can dream. I eagerly await the changes in my "View
From The Road."
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