Not to rub it in, but...
On Tuesday, I was in a rock basin along Chalk Creek, soaking in a perfect mixture of snowmelt from Mount Princeton and 135 degree mineral spring water. If I got a little too cold, I just tucked up closer to the spring water. If I got too hot, I stuck my feet out onto the granite boulder, or crawled over the gravel a bit closer to the creek.
Mostly, though, it was just right. I closed my eyes sometimes, and sometimes stared at the impossibly blue Colorado sky. The clouds seemed to change swiftly- but they weren't speeded up; I was in that rare state of relaxation in which time slows down. It was possible to leave my eyes in one place long enough to see the clouds do what they always do.
3 comments:
You are so rubbing it in....
I looked up Chalk Creek, is the mineral spring near the campground?
Wow, this sounds remarkably similar to what I was doing in Detroit. HA! Don't I wish!
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