A autumn storm played along the plateau yesterday. Although the air was still warm enough to go without jackets.
The clouds covered the San Juan Mountain Range…the rugged peaks poking through the clouds show heavy snow in the tendrils of mist
Although our mornings comes later every day; the red sky is a beautiful promise of moisture yet to come.
And just for a spell, just before the clouds gathered and shoved their way toward us…the sky was just down right beautiful.
The nights come earlier and earlier now.
Still it isn’t January…of which I give great Thanks!