So, those dreams I whispered into my palms and lifted to the wind? I'm waiting to see if they fly back home with an olive branch...
In the meantime, I'm recalling a rather stellar view, at the top of the chairlift in Beaver Creek, after we ascended from the chapel in the valley to the mountain top villa for my cousin's wedding reception.
(that's me, with my cousin, in a silly cuz moment.) The view was splendid... a view of gorgeous mountains, great friends, and grand dreams for the future.
What's your favorite view? Seascape or Mountain Vistas? Amber waves of grain or city skylines?
images: Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema painting, photos by Wendy Scipione at Aspen Grove Photography