The magic of the mountains is hard to describe, it feels like words can’t do justice. I did not understand it until I lived there, and even then, I don’t know that I fully understood it until I left, and yearned for home. Couple that sense of physical place and grounding with the love I get to experience while in that town, and it’s as magical as it gets.
At one point Sunday, after my bestie’s expression of the overwhelm of love she felt at the bridal shower I flew in for, I very happily observed my own surrounding of love, how loved I was by her, her fiancé, and my best bromance. I am so grateful and lucky to be surrounded by such love!
And, as always, grateful and lucky to still feel like Aspen is home. (Of sorts) (Not right now) (But will always be)