Few landscapes bring me more joy than the sight of gently rolling hills cloaked in green grass and sprinkled with deciduous trees. Such was the scene I happened upon in Novato, California this evening while hunting for dinner. I drove downtown to see a beautiful green peak blocking half the sky, and drove neighborhood streets until I found a path opening to the mountain. With the sun sinking lower in the sky and a sweet spring breeze brushing past, I perched on a rock on a hill's crest, surrounded by nothing but green. I think I could get use to Novato.
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