les sanglots longs des violins de l'automne.

I think that I think too much, and then I sit here thinking of ways that I can stop myself from thinking too much, and then I realize that it's never going to end and that I just need to stop thinking about this all because it's just adding to my thoughts.

I promise, this isn't rambling, it's a serious matter..

or at least I think so.

But if you're like me,
and you need a place to think,

go to La-Roche-en-Ardenne.

It's where you can be in Belgium,

"Le Plat Pays" (the flat country) according to Jacques Brel,

and walk on top of the world..

or at least that's how I felt.

Maybe it just takes nine months without mountains to realize their beauty.

Oh, Pennsylvania's autumn.  I can't wait to dance with you.