Desiree and I are at the cabin. While we will make a few more day trips up here before the winter snows push us aside entirely, this marks the last of our sleepovers for the season.
We celebrated last evening by
making smores with white chocolate.
After the campfire laid down, we spent the rest of the night sitting in
the cabin, chatting. A remarkable sky
fell across our notch valley as darkness seeped into the mountains around us. The purple colors and weird quality of light
drew us outside for one last time.
“This even feels weird,”
I remarked to Desiree as I pranced out to capture a few images of her on the
deck.
Though I cannot fully explain
this, the colors were so thick all around me, they almost possessed a textural feel. I experienced the sensation of being inside a
big handsome building rather than being outside.
And I felt warm.
The colors and sensations
lasted no more than a minute or two before full darkness impressed itself on
us.
Desiree on the Deck
A Weird Sky
Making Smores
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