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Yes, I'll be blowing Christmas colors out of my nose for a few more days, but I cried at every house I left, and I cried again sitting at Austin-Bergstrom waiting for the parking shuttle to come.
Perhaps if I compared Denver's January landscape to Austin's July-August-Sept landscape it would be more fair. Fall is such a beautiful time of year in Colorado. It seems weird to think of Austin as blah, but it is just green or brown. Its dormant season is miserably uncomfortable and ugly. Even in the spring when the trees are blooming, it isn't the riot of color that Colorado can be. There is color everywhere in Denver right now. Trees turning, salvias blooming, Black-Eyed Susans exploding. Emerald green grass and bright blue sky.
In all of the "what have you been doing with yourself" conversations this week, I couldn't get past "I like Austin." Don't love it. I love snow. People seem to think that's weird. "Oh, November through May is really nice temperate weather." Whatever. I like seasons. I like the snow. I love the crisp evenings. There is nothing more beautiful than waking up to fresh, white snow and a brilliant blue Colorado sky.
I understand how Colorado works. I understand its tempo and moods. Its politics and media. Its priorities. Its plants, sky and structure.
It really comes down to what I am used to. That's the struggle right now. And what I am NOT used to feels utterly impossible. It probably really isn't, but it doesn't seem that way at the moment.
I had some funny experiences this time that I'll write more about later.
Perhaps if I compared Denver's January landscape to Austin's July-August-Sept landscape it would be more fair. Fall is such a beautiful time of year in Colorado. It seems weird to think of Austin as blah, but it is just green or brown. Its dormant season is miserably uncomfortable and ugly. Even in the spring when the trees are blooming, it isn't the riot of color that Colorado can be. There is color everywhere in Denver right now. Trees turning, salvias blooming, Black-Eyed Susans exploding. Emerald green grass and bright blue sky.
In all of the "what have you been doing with yourself" conversations this week, I couldn't get past "I like Austin." Don't love it. I love snow. People seem to think that's weird. "Oh, November through May is really nice temperate weather." Whatever. I like seasons. I like the snow. I love the crisp evenings. There is nothing more beautiful than waking up to fresh, white snow and a brilliant blue Colorado sky.
I understand how Colorado works. I understand its tempo and moods. Its politics and media. Its priorities. Its plants, sky and structure.
It really comes down to what I am used to. That's the struggle right now. And what I am NOT used to feels utterly impossible. It probably really isn't, but it doesn't seem that way at the moment.
I had some funny experiences this time that I'll write more about later.