Here we are on the morning of April 6th, after about twenty eight hours of gale winds, and there is snow on the ground...again! What a strange place these Rocky Mountains are. Spring teases and then runs away or is carried away, like gossamer, on the wind! Still, it is a beautiful place. Whether the mountains are dressed in green or white...beautiful, and I love it so.
Last night I thought I was living in a page from The Worst of Times...in a dust storm. The world was colored sepia and the mountains had disappeared.
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