Arrival

So here we are in this strange and glorious southern land. We descended from the Great Smokey Mountains on a day where, I swear, you could almost see the ocean peeking out from behind the Blue Ridge Mountains in the east. The leaves are already tinted with color as if kissed ever so lightly by fire and sunlight. In a month or so it will look like the hillsides are blushing the brightest red, yellow and orange you have ever seen. There is something slow, easy and smooth about Asheville. A combination of the south and a small town. I can feel it enveloping me in a lazy comfort I feel I will get used to real quick. And dont even get me started on that southern drawl. You can hear it everywhere, drippin slowly from the mouths of locals.
Oh, I can feel already y'all, it's seductive colloquialisms are leaking into my vocabulary day by day.
Here I am-slowly sinking into Southern Comfort.
I think I'll stay awhile...