There is a simple beauty, which occurs as the world turns…moving the seasons forward, ever forward
Not only are the seasons reflected in the feel of the air, a turn of a calendar page, or the moisture, or lack there-of, it flickers in the sky…
That still silence place– where we sometimes forget to watch look and see…but as we hurdle headlong in to winter the sky changes from heady colors, which reflect heat (or at least warmth) the sky starts throwing light in a different way
Like ice on a very deep and frozen lake.
This old photo from January 2009 says the gulf of colors from spring, summer and fall are vastly different from deep silent winter.
Oh, how I love the sky!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,