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.)

We are lovers lost in space, searching for our saving grace.

My beautiful Columbus Circle, covered in snow. Wish I was there. 14 days.

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.

Pointing the way to Colorado, I’m sure. This is what it feels like today.

Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me
I’ve been an awful good girl
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

I’ll wait up for you dear
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.