By the time we got to Christopher’s apartment for the Downton Abbey Supper Club the snow was in full swing.
It was comforting to finally have snow in the city. We’ve been waiting for it.
When we got home, our street looked like this.
Quiet. Still. Beautiful under the street lights.
I know it’s enough for tonight, but Mother Nature, please keep it coming!
I had the day off from work on Friday and very limited responsibilities.
So I decided to drive to Boulder. It’s been a long while since I’ve had a good stretch at the thrift stores and window-shopped along Pearl Street.
I was most distracted by the beauty of the ride along Highway 93 to and from in the muted light.
Taking that drive is a reminder to me of why I needed to move to Denver five years ago, leaving behind my pretty nice life in New York. I needed this open space, this beauty.
I needed this adventure in big sky.