The weather here in Denver is really nice the last few days – warm, or at worst brisk, during the day, and cool and crisp at night. So the husband and I went for a nice little walk tonight, and it reminded me of how much nicer it is here than the other places we’ve lived.
It’s nearly always cool at night, and even when it’s hot, it’s dry. The mountains are nearly always visible to the west, from almost anywhere in the city, and… my God, the stars.
Even in the city, even with light pollution, we can nearly always see the stars as we cuddle on our front porch at night. Now, I know it’s better up in the mountains, but it’s been a long, long time since I could even see enough stars to point out a constellation. When I was a little girl, when we lived in Salt Lake, my dad and I would lie on the front lawn and look out at the stars, just like this.
And tonight, in the little park near our house, my own dear heart and I cuddled up on a bench and looked up through the enormous pine trees to see a clear dark sky and the stars. Just for a moment, I could feel the same wonder I felt as a little girl, looking up at the great big sky with someone I love.
And it was good.
Listening to: Don McLean – Vincent (in my head, anyway)
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