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I awake to the sun peering through the yellow and orange hued maples and oaks.  The tinkling of wind chimes is heard outside, the open window lets in the nostalgic breeze of autumn leaves.   I am anxious to get outside, to suck in the cool morning air, to wrap my senses around everything golden hued or red tinged.  What a stark contrast to the life I lead in the southwest.  In the desert, there is a stillness there that is never disturbed, save for one of those rare mons...