Simply Beautiful.
Nothing funny or deep here. I just have to say -- out loud -- how ridiculously lucky I am to live here.
Today's another one of those days when the mid-morning sky is the color of a Tiffany's box, and the white snow that covers the tallest of the mountain peaks contrasts against that blue in a way that just makes me stop in my tracks.
Literally.
As I walk into my office (which I'm moving out of, next week), I get a glimpse of the mountains as I cross from the parking garaage to the sidewalk, then I can't wait until I get into the atrium, where I can take in the view until I have to turn in to the elevator lobby. I've been known to stop and look for just a few moments more, before I have to settle into my desk (which, on days like these, has a view of Pikes Peak to the south, but it's really not the same).
It's mornings like these where I'm lucky I don't rear-end someone on the way in to work, because (as most of my short drive is east-bound), I'm pretty much gazing at the Front Range in my rear-view mirror all the way in.
Unlike some Colorado residents, I'm not envisioning skiiing down those peaks, or conquering them with a climb. I'm just staring, because they're gorgeous.
I have my camera, and if I thought a picture could really do it justice, I'd post one, but it can't, so I won't.
Those of you who live here as well, already understand, I'm sure. But if I live here for the next 75 years, I'll never get tired of that view.
It's simply beautiful.
Today's another one of those days when the mid-morning sky is the color of a Tiffany's box, and the white snow that covers the tallest of the mountain peaks contrasts against that blue in a way that just makes me stop in my tracks.
Literally.
As I walk into my office (which I'm moving out of, next week), I get a glimpse of the mountains as I cross from the parking garaage to the sidewalk, then I can't wait until I get into the atrium, where I can take in the view until I have to turn in to the elevator lobby. I've been known to stop and look for just a few moments more, before I have to settle into my desk (which, on days like these, has a view of Pikes Peak to the south, but it's really not the same).
It's mornings like these where I'm lucky I don't rear-end someone on the way in to work, because (as most of my short drive is east-bound), I'm pretty much gazing at the Front Range in my rear-view mirror all the way in.
Unlike some Colorado residents, I'm not envisioning skiiing down those peaks, or conquering them with a climb. I'm just staring, because they're gorgeous.
I have my camera, and if I thought a picture could really do it justice, I'd post one, but it can't, so I won't.
Those of you who live here as well, already understand, I'm sure. But if I live here for the next 75 years, I'll never get tired of that view.
It's simply beautiful.
posted by PammyJean at 8:36 am
3 Comments:
I hear you. Everytime I think of moving to the big island of Hawaii, I come home and realize I could never leave Colorado. I love traveling - a lot - but I also love coming home.
Word, girl.
"As I walk into my office (which I'm moving out of, next week),..."
Oh? Where you "moving" to?
The sunrises & sunsets are certainly one of the few things that draw me back to NM when I'm not living here. I love Colorado's buuuuutttt hate to say it but they just don't compare with NM's.
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