Words are few in this space these days. I find that the more I write in my journal the less I write here. Whether that's good or not doesn't matter I suppose, as long as the words that mingle in my brain find an exit hatch somewhere. I'm also skywatching endlessly. Clouds have been my muse and I never tire of them. The last photo is of a Florida sunset when we were there last week for Thanksgiving. I do miss those....FL sunsets, I mean.
But here in Boulder today, it's more like this:
It's strangely quiet and bleak, there is no wind, and the air has razor sharp teeth that dives deeply for bone. We are in for a big storm tonight, perhaps up to 15 inches of snow. We will hit lows below zero and highs only in the teens over the next few days. There is nothing like a fierce winter storm to wake up the nerves and charge the senses. All the moisture my skin collected while 9 days in FL has now been sucked dry by this Colorado air.
Damn, and I am still so happy to be here...
Happy December friends...
xoxo
