Up the Atlantic coast by train

As we rumble into Georgia, the setting sun with its final rays illuminates a changing landscape. South Florida's cedar swamps and forests of small pines have given way to higher ground with poplars and woods of other deciduous varities mixed with tall pines. The autumn colors of falling leaves mingle with evergreen needles and the warm hues of the sky during sunset. The harmony of colors outside parallels a similar harmony of colors inside the train, where passengers and crew of all origins enjoy the ride together. Above all else, it's this peaceful plurality that makes me proud to be an American, and it's the strength derived from this diversity that allows me the hope that our great nation will remain great in spite of the troubles we face (and sometimes cause) in the world.