tiny diamonds caught in the snow
sparkle, before the edge of the skis
cut them and throw up a white cloud
no clouds in the Colorado sky
blue against the green trees
whose limbs drop with icing
sweaty under the warm coat
the slap of cold on the face
racing down
down down down
nothing in the world is wrong
when you’re skiing
weaving
through the trees
sunshine and mountain beauty
fill each breath
and your muscles ache
finding the rhythm
I am a longtime lover of words, writing, reading. I am happily married with three children who are tip toeing with adulthood. I grew up in a musical home and was taught piano and in turn all my kids play the piano, and two of them, as well as my husband, are gifted vocalists. We love to make music and my copy of Les Miserables is falling apart from years of beautiful memories around the piano. Chopin and Jim Brickman feel like old friends I can't live without. I live in the beautiful city Denver where I am a nurse.
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tiny diamonds caught in the snow
Sounds awesome. Love this!
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Thank you! It was a beautiful day at Winterpark:)
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You are kindly welcome. I am happy to hear you had a great day 🙂
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Very nice. I feel the freedom! 😀👍 Nice to meet another Colorado blogger!
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Awesome!! Very nice to meet you! Thanks for following!!
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Nice to meet you as well! 😀👍
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