Today is Smoke-free Day 136.
For the past couple of weeks the trees have been just brilliant with their colors. Since this is our first autumn in the new place since the move, it's all kind of new. I mean, of course there were trees at the old place (lots, actually), but there is something about the sheer abundance of them where we are now as well as just how they happen to be laid out that really is quite something. It's difficult to explain, but Tom and I are both just blown away whenever we walk outside, and we are still thrilled with our new location.
There is this one tree that I've been meaning to take a picture of to share [now taken, by Tom] because words can't do it justice. It is such a bright reddish orange to such a bold degree that it actually changes the color of the lighting at our doorstep as well as inside areas of our apartment. I've never seen anything like that.
Every time I see that tree and watch how it changes the appearance of everything around it by casting such an incredibly beautiful yet almost mysterious glow, I am reminded that I have so much to live for because there is still so much I haven't seen or experienced. This morning it occurred to me when I looked at that tree (at some point between rushing out the door, forgetting my glasses and phone, having to scrape frost off my car) that by quitting smoking I've improved my chances of seeing that many more autumn days like this one for that many more years. Anything can happen, but knowing that I'm no longer contributing to an early demise by lighting up every hour certainly makes me feel better about taking some responsibility for my own health and well-being, even when it's one of the toughest things to do some days (thankfully not all days are all that tough, even after Chantix).
The nice deep breath of crisp autumn morning air was nice, too.