I sit in a windowless room, while the beauty of a rainy day rages on outside. Without me.

I see the refreshing glory of God every time I pass a window. Rain-slicked streets, misty clouds hovering nearby, shrouding all of downtown Nashville in a mysterious grey veil. It feels like London! Such mystery to explore, and adventures to be had!

Yet I sit in a windowless room…

There’s so much beauty in Tennessee! So much to see, to taste and smell, to breathe in… On my way to work this morning, fog-covered hills sang a beautiful song to Jesus draped in amazing colors, announcing Fall’s arrival.

This place is magical. Exploding with all the mystical elements my heart has called "Fall" since as early as I can remember. I’ve dreamed for years of living in a place like this; experiencing just one autumn filled with all the magic: colors, air crisp and clear, the aroma of fresh rain and dirt lingering in the air, mixing with the fragrances of wood burning in fireplaces somewhere nearby.

This is the magic where stories live. Stories that stir my soul, warm my heart and draw my mind toward home.

And now I’m living in one. A magical story. Where the Hero rescues the peasant from the Beast and brings her to His land, full of beauty and endless bounty. To the average person I’m sure Nashville just looks like another big city. Another dot on a map of the United States.

But to me it’s Narnia.