Despite what the song says about the bluest skies, I’d be willing to bet that the Colorado skies in October are much, much bluer than those in Seattle. The thin, dry Colorado air gives the sky a purple cast so deep and vast you can only call it the color of infinity.
Jeff and I lived off a highway, so unless I wanted to take my life in my hands by dodging demented drivers or being asphyxiated by exhaust, I walked laps up and down the .3 mile rock- and gravel-strewn dirt lane in front of our home. Although the scenery provided a gorgeous setting for the trashy trailers and tacky houses, after about the ten-thousandth lap (not all in the same day!), the scenery faded into the background. Except not on the day when I took this photo. A perfect, cloudless, Colorado sky.
Today was another such day and another such sky, but the scenery was much less impressive, hence the old photo.
It’s amazing to me I had such a beautiful view for so many years. No wonder I need to create an impressive back yard to give me something wonderful to look at. Otherwise, my only scenery would be neighborhood houses, broken sidewalks, and cars parked on streets in need of repair.
And the sky, of course. Always that gorgeous Colorado sky.
Pat Bertram is the author of Grief: The Inside Story – A Guide to Surviving the Loss of a Loved One. “Grief: The Inside Story is perfect and that is not hyperbole! It is exactly what folk who are grieving need to read.” –Leesa Healy, RN, GDAS GDAT, Emotional/Mental Health Therapist & Educator.