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November Monday

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This is the first Monday in November. In years past today would probably be cold, windy, probably a few inches of snow on the ground. But today wasn’t like that. It stayed warm over night, kept in the mid 40’s and the sunrise was gorgeous. Lots of yellows this morning. Usually we have an extended period of reds, rather like the color of the leaf above, then a brief period of yellows until the sun comes over the horizon. And then it’s day.

It’s funny how you can remember small things from a long time back. What color the sunrise was, how an eagle looked against the clouds. So far away that the only way you knew it was an eagle was because you had seen so many of them, and could tell them just because of the way they looked against the sky. Sounds too. Like the wind in the morning if you weren’t having a force 5 gale. How it would rush through the pines, each needle on the bough vibrating just in the range of hearing, rushing upward towards loudness as the wind raced harder through the trees, building to a crescendo before abruptly returning to silence. Leaving you to wonder if you had heard it at all or just thought it.

. One of my favorite quotes is this one by Faulkner.

“Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.”

It’s kind of hard to follow that, so I won’t. I’ll just return you to your day.

Blue Winds

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It’s November going on December and that’s when the blue winds come. We get them other times of the year too especially in late January when winter is at its strongest, but the first of them come about now.

Winter is beginning to find its foothold in the big mountains here in Colorado, especially up in Rocky Mountain National Park. Some snow has fallen up on the high country already, even falling down onto the foothills at the base of these high places, and it is starting to slowly cover the mountain tops. The highest ridges have snow building behind them and it doesn’t take much for the blue winds to start.

The winds race through the valleys and over the ridges, gathering force, quickly picking up speed and lifting and gathering the snow that hasn’t had a chance to tightly grip the stone it is resting on. When it does, the weaker winter light, which is close to being at its lowest angle now, shines through the misty snow clouds that form in a cold metallic way and turns everything nearby into a deep indigo blue.

These are the Blue Winds. It is a cold beauty to be sure and one that may take some getting used to. But every day is a miracle, even when it seems things can’t get any darker there is always something outside yourself to see and appreciate and take solace in. Even if it’s the cold dark beauty of the Blue Winds.