Yesterday, after work, I took a quick jaunt down to Morrison Park to explore this place I'd never been. The foliage was incredible. So close to the city, the park was empty, and when night came, the stars had shown so clearly. I read four or five chapters of Three Cups of Tea, and listened to Bear Creek trickle by, the same creek my mom and uncles would play in, just a few miles upstream in the little town of Idledale. With a heavy sigh and a mild smile, I think to myself, "I love the fall."Thursday, October 9, 2008
Fall
Yesterday, after work, I took a quick jaunt down to Morrison Park to explore this place I'd never been. The foliage was incredible. So close to the city, the park was empty, and when night came, the stars had shown so clearly. I read four or five chapters of Three Cups of Tea, and listened to Bear Creek trickle by, the same creek my mom and uncles would play in, just a few miles upstream in the little town of Idledale. With a heavy sigh and a mild smile, I think to myself, "I love the fall."
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this park holds a very special place in my heart. i found it when i moved to CO 13 years ago, and i find myself going back there when i am in need of some peace and guidance. good find.
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