Going for our daily walk, Boomer, Monkey the cat, and Sam-Sam our old cat, watched the night slowly come in….spreading it’s wings of brilliant color on the Paonia Mountains,
Brushing Grand Mesa with broad strokes of rose, and orange and a different shade of pink.
The mountains and the Black Canyon around Montrose and Gunnison lite up in vast amounts of the same color.
The cold silence of darkness descended—darkness is coming faster and faster every day. Spreading night into the dips and hallows, filling in the rows of still standing corn, while the stars burn brighter and brighter as the evening gloaming grows stronger.
We walked to small point on the land where I can look over the tops of the corn to the south, west and north…enjoying the stunning vista. A small rises where the plateaus fall away below us, and we can see beyond our mesa, and beyond the Rubidoux Canyon into the next Canyons and the flat lands and more knobs and knolls, into a blue distance, hazed with the breath of the desert. (Looking toward Grand Junction, Colorado)
Turning around to the east the land is flat, devoid of corn crops, whereby the sunset was busy splashing masses of color on all the mountains.
Only a few more days [now] until December 21st and the winter Solstice! At 9:49 p.m. here in our part of the world.
I can’t tell you HOW READY I am!!!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,