It was about the time I moved back to Colorado I first noticed, or rather really listened to this song... and kind of ironic that I did at that time. I had bought the album some time ago, and finally took the time to listen to the whole thing... not just the song that the radio deemed important enough to play... or however all that works. But this day while driving up the tight turns on Loveland Pass this song suddenly jumped out and grabbed me. I had taken a liking to the song melodically some time ago, but suddenly words created a shiver up my spine and goose bumps ran down my arms to the steering wheel.
“Shut your eyes and think of somewhere, Some where cold and caked in snow…” “And when the worrying starts to hurt and the world feels like graves of dirt Just close your eyes until you can imagine this place, yeah, our secret space at will” Shut your eyes, by Snow Patrol
I’ve always needed my place to get away from it all. In GA had my favorite spot where two trees had fallen across a river and formed the perfect get-a-way above the running water. The cottage, being way out in the country another great escape from modern day life. And here… in the Colorado high country sitting at the top of a mountain you just climbed is more freeing from modern day woes than anything I’ve ever felt. You realize how small we are when sitting on one of these granite giants, and suddenly you begin to appreciate everything around you a little more. Stock markets will tumble… gas prices fluctuate… big companies start to fall… and election campaigns finally come to and end. But the mountains are always here…
2 comments:
I know what you mean, finding that perfect spot, the consolation of being in touch with nature. Lovely photos, love places.
Your images are beautiful, and it's nice to hear about your rambles in Colorado too. I lived along the Front Range for many years. :) Wishing you a great 2009!
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