I’m not going to lie to you – I saw today’s word prompt before I had my morning green tea and I swear it said rift, not riff. With that said, I’m going to continue today’s post under the belief that the prompt is rift. Just because I like the word better.
Autumn on the East Coast is magnificent. Having grown up in the Midwest where the fall season lasts for all of a week, I never had the opportunity to see fall in it’s full potential. Here in Virginia, we’re headed into month two of absolute brilliance – the colors, the smells, the temperature, oh my!
While I am experiencing the most beautiful autumnal colors, I can’t help but feel a rift forming between me and nature.
After returning home from Glacier in August, seeing nature’s wonders has been very underwhelming. Views that would normally have left me breathless have me itching to move on to the next thing, hoping for something more.
And by more, I guess I mean Montana. I really, really, really want to go back.
I know that it is not fair to compare Virginia to Montana and I hope this state of mind dissipates soon – I cannot afford to go on another Montana trip just yet and I truly do want to love and continue exploring my new home.