Every now and then, a day comes
along that should somehow go down
in history . . . today is one of those
days!
I remember as a child, my parents
taking us on an occasional ride. We
were somewhat impoverished, did
not have a television ever, nor even
a telephone until I was about ten.
So at the weekend, my parents
would take us on a drive. A drive
is very different from just riding
in the car. You don't necessarily
have a destination as in a ride,
whereas a drive is all about
enjoying the scenery.
In western Colorado, we enjoyed
Glade Park, The Monument, Grand
Mesa. All, most wondrous! Today,
my guy chose to gift me a drive
from my dad, as it were.
Guenella Pass; I now understand
what heaven, paradise, Nirvana
look like . . . to say nothing about
about the Autumn experience. Such
beauty; is it any wonder I worship
at the feet of Mother Nature?!
call me enamored
so loving me some color
an artist's pallet
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