“It was the color of someone buying you an ice cream cone for no reason at all.”
Lemony Snicket
Yesterday afternoon I grabbed the snowshoes and poles and hiked out to the Lamar river. The snow was deep. It did not take long and my feet were cold, while my upper body was sweating. I could feel a breeze of cold air in my face. Sunset was still an hour away, so I had time to walk along the frozen edge of the river looking for a suitable foreground. A solitary tree on a hillside across the river piqued my interest.
Sitting on a fallen cottonwood I watched the scenery. There were two coyotes in the distance scampering up the valley. Turning once in a while, making sure I was no thread (or prey?). I imagined the sky turning into a firework of colors. Well, that never happened this evening. Instead, we got winter blues. I had seen those before.
Maybe it was more like someone buying you a warm cup of soup for no reason at all.
[Lemony Snicket is the pen name of Daniel Handler, an American writer, musician and journalist.]
