"New Land"
The hot-air balloon floated higher and higher transporting James to a fantastic new land.
A pristine stream gurgled playfully as it flowed between lush green fields. The air smelled intoxicatingly of lilac roses. Fruit trees boasted rosy apples, purple plums, sunset peaches. Birds sang beautiful symphonies.
James called his family, friends. "It's wonderful. Come."
They answered:
"The rats had babies. Can't come."
"Need bucket for leaky roof. Can't come."
"Picking rocks out of the garden. Can't come."
"Afraid of heights. Will stay in basement. Can't come."
James sent pictures and delicious food, but they, sadly, preferred "Home Sweet Home".
This is the last day of September. I took my camera with me on my walk and snapped a few photos. It's always a lovely time of the year.
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