Driven by a spark of wild desire

The view from my bedroom window this morning. I’d get a better view from another window, most likely, but I’m loathe to leave the warmth of my bed. It’s supposedly -4° outside.

Feels like one of those days when it’s perfectly acceptable to curl up under masses of blankets and just… sleep.

So, this was downtown Colorado Springs at around 3 p.m. yesterday. The blizzard started at around 2:30…

20 car pileup. Absurd.

(It gets good at about 1:20. And again around 6:00.)

Just saying, I’m glad I wasn’t out and about yesterday. I live far uptown of this, out of town, and the roads are always 10x as bad up here. (And I probably won’t be out today, either, because as of 7 a.m. they have not cleared the streets. 7 inches of snow accumulation. Woot.)

Colorado is the prettiest. The wildest.

The lovely Black Forest of Colorado.

My home street.

See my long stretches of forgotten roads? See how I live for the adrenaline and the wildness that I find there.

It snowed. And is snowing. The fog is thicker than I’ve seen in a long time. Driving visibility is approximately zero. And, naturally, when it snows, all of Colorado forgets how to drive. Hence the 20 mph speeds. Hence the pretty pictures.

And the back yard. Truly, I’d forgotten exactly how pretty it is here - it takes my breath away.

The view from my front door. It snowed, oh, it snowed. Gorgeous Colorado.

Welcomed back by a fog-filled forest and the darkest night I’ve seen in a long, long time. The snow shimmers on the roadside, and the night is so, so quiet.

The silence is overwhelming.

The stars hang like diamonds in a far-off sky; the sky is so big. I’d forgotten.

Colorado is beautiful by moonlight. Savage. Intimidating.

Onwards we plunge into the stillness; I am no longer afraid of the dark.

Hmmm. Looking through pictures of Colorado. I just got overwhelmingly nostalgic.

It was startling to look out the window and see the brick building next door staring back at me. I think I was expecting trees.

Weird. Very weird.