Anticipation, Colorado Edition
Sitting warm enough at my window, watching through the weeks, the leaves all turning, dying, flying-- Autumn draining of its color, of its spicy scents and all its memories of Summer... Winter churns and blows not so distantly it blusters up among the peaks, breathes out across the plains, all flurrying and hurrying to reclaim the air, the land, the bleak it seeks to hide beneath the shimmering romance of snow, the lovely shine and treachery of ice. I will delight in snow dancing in the air,... Sign in to see full entry.