You know that feeling. Crisp. Clean. Smells of pine and earth. The sun so hot on your skin, but then it’s gone. It’s cool.
And then Aspens in the fall. breeze swirls them in the air during their final journey to the earth. Then the sound as your feet crunch the just fallen leaves.
And then snowflakes landing on your cheeks, and sometimes your on your eyelashes. Melting instantly upon arrival. The blinding reflection when the sun hits the snow. Maybe the brightest thing on earth.
Andthen the faint scent of mud escaping from under heavy snow. The dripping of icicles turns finally to the pounding of the river at it’s highest. know that feeling. Crisp. Clean. Smells of pine and earth. The sun so hot on your skin, but then it’s gone. It’s cool.
And then Aspens in the fall.
The breeze swirls them in the air during their final journey to the earth. Then the sound as your feet crunch the just fallen leaves.
And then snowflakes landing on your cheeks, and sometimes your on your eyelashes. Melting instantly upon arrival. The blinding reflection when the sun hits the snow. Maybe the brightest thing on earth.
And then the faint scent of mud escaping from under heavy snow. The dripping of icicles turns finally to the pounding of the river at it’s highest.
And the indescribable blue of the sky. The chaperone of each season.