Spring in the Colorado Rockies

A sight for sore eyes... I woke up this morning to a crisp white blanket of purity across the metro area. Having been in Atlanta for ten years now, aside from this years crazy winter season, snow has been a distant memory more than anything else. I'm sure next winter I'll probably be cursing the stuff, but for now it's a welcome old friend... one of many these days I've been reacquainting myself with.
There's just been something different about this visit... mainly I think because it's more than just that. Last weekend was a journey along the "long and winding road" out of the deep south and back to a familiar place... back to the place that has always been considered home... and in some ways back to myself. Of course the mountains are unmistakable... they've changed so little in my absence. But Denver has grown up in so many ways, and so much from my childhood is dwindling. Houses I knew as a kid are smaller....streets are narrower... and the old shopping malls are vacated and ready for dismantling. Every turn around another corner... every glance out the corner of of my mind jogs a memory of growing up here. I guess though Denver and I while apart all these years have grown together.

I've driven around the city the last few days in awe of the majestic purple mountain majesties to the west. And in this relatively short time my mindset has completely changed...almost like re adapting to what is was meant to be... like being reset to the "factory settings" that Atlanta over the years has reprogrammed. In Atlanta traffic ( much like the people), aside from its congestion is always in a hurry. Here no one is in that same frantic rush, almost as if those mountains send you into some mesmerized state of consciousness. And with the wide open brilliant blue skies its like an infant seeing the world for the first time. Its nice to be back in a laid back setting that compliments who I am, rather than having the world around me rush at mach III speed. If only I didn't have to go home and pack.

Two days ago I sat in the Cheeseman Park. I don't ever really remember this park growing up but the guy from the hammock walked me down there and we talked and enjoyed the downtown skyline to the right... snow capped peaks to the left... and watched residents flying kites and throwing a football in the grassy meadow.

Today I got up and took the dogs outside to play in the snow.

Puppies first real snow. I think they are more suited for a life in Colorado as well!