Take my breath away
I have said before that I'm easy to please. Last night while watching one of my shows I was reminded of one of my loves. I love the city lights at night. Many a time did I drive into the city at night and as soon as I saw that skyline it took my breath away. I am an extremely hopeless romantic and that is just one of the things that I truly love.
Don't get me wrong, I love the city, but I love the country too. I remember my first trip to Alaska. I never had been anywhere that I had understood the still of the night. My parents live outside of town and up the mountain, not far to get to in Alaska. On the drive home I remember the snow. Far enough out of town that the only light came from the moon and a near by lit Christmas tree. The snow truly sparkled. It was magical. Like something out of a dream, too beautiful to be real. I was reminded of that night with the recent snow falls here. Even in the city the fresh snow sparkles and there's not much more angelic than watching it fall. In a storm the sky is pink and even at night it's bright out.
I also will never forget the first time I saw the Northernlights live. Photos give you an idea, but once again it was pure magic. Mother nature at her best, in full glory, dancing the night away at some glorious ball.
I could go on with many more memories. I have a spectacular view of the mountains from my office and am constantly staring out in awe. During the day it's the majesty of them capped in white against the clear sky. At night it's the setting sun in all her colors lighting them up. The rays bounce off them and color the clouds above. Simply spectacular.
I love the ocean just as much. A sunset on the beach is just as transforming. I love to sit and close my eyes and just listen to the waves crash against the shore, the river rush over the rocks, the rain pound upon the roof, the thunder strike, and the still of the night. I love the smell of the first summer barbeque, campfires, a freshly cut lawn, outdoors after the rain, the first fire of the fall, and the first time the heat gets turned on for the winter.
“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away”
Don't get me wrong, I love the city, but I love the country too. I remember my first trip to Alaska. I never had been anywhere that I had understood the still of the night. My parents live outside of town and up the mountain, not far to get to in Alaska. On the drive home I remember the snow. Far enough out of town that the only light came from the moon and a near by lit Christmas tree. The snow truly sparkled. It was magical. Like something out of a dream, too beautiful to be real. I was reminded of that night with the recent snow falls here. Even in the city the fresh snow sparkles and there's not much more angelic than watching it fall. In a storm the sky is pink and even at night it's bright out.
I also will never forget the first time I saw the Northernlights live. Photos give you an idea, but once again it was pure magic. Mother nature at her best, in full glory, dancing the night away at some glorious ball.
I could go on with many more memories. I have a spectacular view of the mountains from my office and am constantly staring out in awe. During the day it's the majesty of them capped in white against the clear sky. At night it's the setting sun in all her colors lighting them up. The rays bounce off them and color the clouds above. Simply spectacular.
I love the ocean just as much. A sunset on the beach is just as transforming. I love to sit and close my eyes and just listen to the waves crash against the shore, the river rush over the rocks, the rain pound upon the roof, the thunder strike, and the still of the night. I love the smell of the first summer barbeque, campfires, a freshly cut lawn, outdoors after the rain, the first fire of the fall, and the first time the heat gets turned on for the winter.
“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away”
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