Colorado is like a girl I once knew. Beautiful in any light. When the light or angle changes, something new is revealed. Something hidden rises to the surface. In late September and early October, the light in Colorado shifts. Snow dusts the peaks. The color in the trees has peeked and begun draining out. Colorado in the fall is a peek into the throne room. Colorado in winter is majesty defined. A declaration. When God carved this place with his words, He lingered.
From the terrific book, Long Way Gone by Charles Martin.
What You’re Saying