I stepped outside this morning to empty the compost bin. An inhale of cold air and the feel of frigid concrete on my bare feet awakened my senses before I even turned on my espresso machine. I looked up and west, momentarily stunned. There in the sky was the pale moon and beneath her two large paintbrush streaks of pink and gold clouds. Absolutely nothing more. I paused in the soft beauty of the moment, the exquisiteness of this art - this moon and cloudscape softly shaking my strength and understanding of this life. The moment was primal, native, alive. I inhaled every bit of that beauty; took it all as mine because I needed a dose of something so divine. I see you, I whispered. I see you.
Photos from a recent trip to Glenwood Springs and Aspen.
