We had to wait until January but finally we're graced with winter. The scenes out our windows are breathtaking. The years I spent in the Kansas-Missouri-Iowa-Minnesota belt fill my memory with many winter pictures. They are wonderful memories filled with miles upon miles of dormant fields buried in new fallen, untouched snow. The white adds a shine to the landscape that the crops hide during the summer. The trees, heavy with their snowy cover are soothing to sit inside, watch them sway and sip your warm beverage of choice.
The mountains fill my memory with new images. The complex make-up of the huge rock and how snow will only ever grace one side of it adds dimension and a new found appreciation for the Bob Ross paintings I've enjoyed all these years. The trees poking up through the snow, continuing their rise to the heavens regardless of their surroundings. The clouds and the peaks merge to play peek-a-boo with each other using the sun's glow to create new color combinations every hour.
My computer overlooks many mountain ranges. I can find myself easily distracted by trying to study how they change day by day. I asked a friend early into our move if she thought I would ever get tired of my new surroundings. She's a current Texas, former Colorado, resident and she assured me that I would never lose my love of the mountains. We're three years here now and I must say, so far, she's right!
