The fog clings to the distant trees like a big white spider web coveting the distant lands in front of me. The silver lake compliments the beautiful colors that the trees have adorned on this late September morning. Here I am, at the vast and timeless beauty of nature, yet all I could think about is you. I miss the way our hands cling to each other, the way our lips lock together as we both close our eyes to savor the moment, and the way we laugh at the silliest of things. This day would be perfect if you are sitting next to me, holding my hand, while I am telling you that, “you are far more beautiful than anyone or anything I have ever seen.”