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We had two snow storms in three days, the first ugly and brutal, with howling horizontal winds raging for more than eight hours, rattling brains and nerves, the hubster shoveling what was mostly ice in the dark once all had finally calmed down. But the second one left the whole of Colorado Springs blanketed in a fairytale hush and our block looking so pretty. It’s almost all gone now, sun melting it down to puddles and crusts of ice and love.



Snow falling this morning, and yesterday, and into tomorrow, too, inch upon inch, each flake a single lively presence, bouncing and skittering down my sleeve, loud enough to hear. More sounds, cars hissing, the scrape of a shovel, the squeak of boots, a goose honking, then three, the creak of their wings in flight. Full winter and the crow squawking, the kingfisher gunning for privacy but only finding me, again and again. The eagle is the quietest, its mere presence more thunderous than us all.

The hubster and I took our engagement photos in front of the miner, so many years ago. Next week will mark twenty-five years since our first date, him in his rugby shirt and me in the cream-colored rayon with the Indian head buttons, eating pizza at Old Chicago. A long time. The best time. And now, back in Colorado, falling in love all over again, with him, with blue sky, with mountains and plains, and snow.

We found a house that we like, a real fixer, small and brick, wood paneling and a fireplace in the basement, a yard aching for some love and care. Think good thoughts.

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The truth is humbling, terrifying, and often exhilarating. It blows the doors off the hinges and fills the world with fresh air.

Augusten Burroughs




Moon and sun, and planets in the pre-dawn!

Grateful for rising early.

Venus, Saturn, Mars, Jupiter, a satellite whizzing.

Get up, get dressed, get out. GO!

The geese are quiet,

Watching the bald eagle in the tree.

A companion calls and they are both off, winged acrobats, climbing and falling, flapping and soaring.

Heart singing and geese now squawking.

Crows cawing.

The frost crunching. Hands cold.

Breath steaming. Heart thumping.

It is wonderful to be alive!

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The promise of early daylight…

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