One of the things I miss about living in West Tennessee is the cotton fields. I had the chance to drive down several country roads last week and see the fields of white scattered beside them. The air was cool, the sky sunny, and the leaves were beginning to change colors. It won't be long before they're picked clean and left barren till next fall. Living in Middle Tennessee deprives me of the daily opportunity to see the snow white fields that I remember when I was young. Now I have the chance to drive past tobacco fields and smoking barns, which is another reminder that the seasons are changing. But I still love to drive past those cotton fields back home and marvel at their white beauty.
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