Nothing beats a nice warm bowl of tomato soup on a rainy autumn day in the Northeastern United States. As the rain falls on the vibrant leaves from a gray sky there is a sense of warmth and peace in that familiar bowl of soup. The changing of the leaves, a rich harvest and the comfort they bring is nature's way of saying goodbye to the year. It is always a time of reflection for me, not just of the current year, but also the previous years and all the people I was blessed to share them with. The warmth of the soup the comfort of the chill, and the beauty of the leaves blocks out the noise we are bombarded with daily.

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