A quiet day on the Arapahoe National Wildlife Refuge.
Walden, CO

When spring comes slowly.
Creeping with gusts of wind.
The slight green returned.

Looking south from Capulin Volcano National Monument, NM.

Memory is a funny thing. What was a moment of reflection becomes a reflection of a reflection.

Seasons pass and come again blurring into one.
A season that never came.
A season that never left.

Places you’ve been seem close yet far and never how they are.

Yes, memory is a quite peculiar thing.

Almost but not quite. Red Winged Blackbirds are back in town but the shoulder badges on the males are not quite a vibrant red and the sky is still a bit grey and wintery this day. Almost, but not quite, spring is indeed in the air. I can hear this blackbird singing.

Remnants of fall on a winter day bringing feelings of spring. Perhaps it was the color or warm sun above.

Something close yet far away.
Time long gone or yet to come.
Primal beauty, evolved beauty.
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