The Hills are Alive

So there I was...it was cloudy, it was rainy. Then she walked into my office. I could tell somethin was botherin her. I welcomed her in and asked her to sit down...when she was feelin comfortable she began ta tell me her story... Actually she was a bright ray of Sunshine, that filled me with light and joh, but....that is a different story.

Actually what I wanted to write about tonight was how gorgeous (New York Accent) the mountain during Fall is. Holy Smokes. But really. With the flaming red leaves on the trees and the clounds hovering low on the mountains looked as if the Hills were aflame. we took some, what i thought were rather artistic pictures. But I will let you be the judge of that.

have a look.