The Definition of Bliss

mapadu

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Thirty degrees and no breeze. Sparkling snow set ablaze with an inferno of glitter. Utter silence save for skins on snow striding upward under the squinting eyes of someone seeking solitude, and finding it.

No clouds to be seen anywhere; not one. Just a fiery ball in a corner of the sky ? a sky seamless in spectrum from powder to midnight blue. Without hurry or a care, it?s often break time and we pause when squirrels start chirping at each other. We halt when a twig snaps in a far-off, unswaying tree. In a whole forest of trees casting dead still shadows on a Sunday afternoon. A plane leaves a contrail above the jagged horizon and its far off drone fades in then out again into a soundless, blue vacuum.

Red Mountain is white with ginger and maroon flecks of stone. Vast views span miles and miles of crystal panorama. George plays catch-the-spazz atop the ridge to the backdrop of beauty. She plays taunt-the-humans.

The sun-bathed bowl is especially sweet and juicy. It?s a soft and silky paradise, a jewel among jewels popping to life like in a 3-D postcard. A place to swoop and soar like an eagle in flight. Eventually landing at the doorstep of home.

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Click here for a 20 Mile Panorama

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