Landing in the smallest town possible after our connecting flight, looking around at the desolate airport. The only life here was the bored staff who looked, like they could die from the excitement of having anyone in the terminal. After the grueling sixteen-hour flight, sitting on the small chair, while waiting for Aaron to arrange transportation to their hotel, seemed near impossible. Standing making my way over to the windows watching the breeze gently toss the leaves of the trees, as they danced a beautifully choreographed waltz to their own time. The reds and oranges mixing with the brilliant green leaves still resting peacefully on their branches until their time came to dance with the others. It was just turning fall within the United States. The colors were still something I would
