Today is Sunday, February 10th, 2013, and a very cold day in February it seems to be!
We happened to be blessed last week with a few beautiful sunny days, which you learn to cherish this time of year. But of course, it couldn't possibly last - Not with this schizophrenic Flagstaff weather anyways- and once again, our sweet little town is quiet, everyone bundled up inside while the tempestuous frigid wind smothers our seasonally drab surroundings with snow. Please don't get me wrong, I love the snow...
That first night in late October/ early November when a pink blanket encompasses a usually clear star-studded night sky. The blushing clouds stifle the immense cold with an almost supernatural warmth. Then, its as if the whole town get set to mute, the streets so quiet that you can almost hear the puffy snowflakes dancing, finally to rest on their unsuspecting targets. After three hours, the whole town becomes camouflaged; dead trees turn into something out of a fairy tale, and streetlamp light casts a soft glow over a sparkling white wonderland...
Yes, the snow is majestic for the first month or two. But by February I find myself yearning for Creek Trip. I dream of making that dizzying dazzling drive down the switchbacks, feeling humbled by the enormous red rock edifices, where the sienna colored floor is sprawling with green trees and blackberry bushes. I imagine making the journey past Oak Creek Village, past the Sedona High School, to Chavez Ranch, which is one of my favorite places in the entire world. Just two more months, and I will be able to bask on a sun drenched crimson boulder, while I listen to the abstract babble of the sacred creek. Until then, I will just have to be content with day dreams.
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