The last rays of sunlight filtered through the trees, casting long shadows across the forest floor, as the day slowly ended.
The smell of fresh-cut grass drifted through the window, a reminder of summer days long gone.
He had always loved the quiet of the countryside, the slow pace of life grounding him.
The beach was dotted with driftwood and seashells, treasures left behind by the ever-changing tides.
The autumn wind carried a chill, rustling the dry leaves and hinting at the approach of winter.
The problem this raises is that the Republican Party still wants Trump's voters, who really don't subscribe to the economic conservatism the Republican Party wants to advance.
