… from a wintry looking Colorado. I was shocked when I awoke this morning. It was quiet, very quiet, always a sign we may have snow. Then in the distance I could faintly hear a snowplow along Prospect Road. My understanding of the forecast was for snow to start this evening and into Monday morning. It arrived much earlier than expected. I drove by Rowland Moore Park to get a few images of the snow. Looks like we have about 2 inches, a dry and fluffy snow. Probably a different look than Cedric, who is running the air-conditioner or heading the beach. I also hear a cold and frosty time for those along the east coast. Enjoy your Sunday!
It was a brisk 18 degrees this morning and a nice frost on almost everything when I headed for the bus. One of the perks to using the bus is not having to scrap frost off my car. 🙂
Took this yesterday morning on campus. This morning it is cold at 27 degrees and cloudy. Now at a favorite coffeehouse and enjoying a mocha. Have a super Awesome day!
We are a culture of constant piped music wherever we go. I have nothing against listening to music but not everyone wants to have a cup of coffee or eat a sandwich listening to music. Depending on where you go it can be almost impossible to have a conversation.
Back in 1991 I made a major lifestyle change when I decided no more television for me and have not had one since. I still listened to music, finding it valuable during some tough times in my life. I used the music for comfort and healing, with both lyrical songs and instrumentals.
In 2000 another lifestyle change occurred. I had a 5 year relationship come to an end and found myself not dealing well with it. There was enough wherewithal to decided to take a camping/fly fishing trip for three days on the Green River in Colorado. I talked to no one nor listened to any music during that time. Something shifted within me. After my return, I began to listen to less music at home. It’s now to the point of none at all. The music took a backseat to quiet and the sounds of nature, the silence drawing me more into those places. I now find man made noise to be more of an annoyance and the primary reason for my trips to the country. At this season of my life, silence is about listening to silence.
The first bus arrives at 7:02 am when it is quiet, dark, cold and empty. The second bus arrives 30 minutes later and will be crowded. This will look different next week when we change our clocks back. Still not sure I like this time change.
It took some study time to understand the issues on our ballets but I’m done and turned my ballet in. Voted!
