Past musings about the mountains in Colorado, with photos from this last weekend’s trip to Silver Mountain…
“As I drove to work this morning, earlier than usual, I noticed the mountains looked different. The sun hadn’t come up just yet, but the sky was bright enough to see the outline of the mountains far in the distance. Below them sat a city; night was still upon them. Their lights, twinkling and glittering all different colors. Few had already awaken to see the mountain majesties in all its glory.
I realized, each night as I return home, the mountains disappear behind me. I forget of their existence. And each morning I awake, I have still not remembered them until I turn the street corner in my car, where suddenly, they stand before me. Each morning, I realize I have missed their presence. Each morning, I revel in their beauty. Each morning, they look more beautiful than the last. A change to their color, their shape and carvings, their highlights and shadows; each morning it’s different. I long to get closer to them.
But if I was closer, they wouldn’t look the same. I may not even see them if I was so close as to be within them. The grass is not always greener. So here I sit, in the distance of the mountains, admiring their beauty from afar.”