Gas station, mountain home, not a thing to call my own...

Back again!  I don't know if you lovely readers are thinking, yay! or crap, I thought this blog was done! 

We are in Colorado for the summer so that cute husband can be an intern for a few months.  He is working his tush off and I'm...blogging...

We drove all the way from Virginia, through West Virginia, Kentucky, Indiana, Illinois, Missouri, and my sci-fi looking home state of Kansas.

I do think the windmills are amazing though--bring on clean energy!

And so here we are.  Funny how you can say that phrase after a long journey to a place you want to be.  Or when you wake up in the morning.  Or looking in the mirror, wondering what to do next.

The good news is, it's beautiful here, as always.  And, as always, everywhere you look someone is exercising...vigorously...like running up a mountain really fast.  Me, I like to just sit and read and watch the mountains.  I feel that they speak to me in some spiritual sense--I just don't understand how they can be so beautiful, so all-encompassing.

And the best part...we had snow this morning.  For a snow-lover like me, it was like waking up in heaven, though I hear the Colorado folk are sick to death of the stuff.

See the white space between the trees?  There's actually mountains there.

So I put on my slippers...

 and chose some books...

 (I don't think I brought enough to choose from.)

...and later we got this...

It's a hard knock life.

In truth the serenity of this magical place does not quite match our mood.  We are trying to figure things out for the summer and for the rest of our lives.  But it's a godsend to wake up to this each morning.  It's like a spoonful of instant peace and calm to replenish our dwindling stores.  

So here we are.

*Post title is lyrics from "Penny to My Name," and Eva Cassidy does a soul-stirring version of it.