Today was heartachingly beautiful. Show stopping in fact. I awoke to rain pounding on our roof and snuggled back into the covers to enjoy it. I knew that if it was raining at my house, it would be snowing up higher. So I bid my time and waited for the rain to stop. And when it did, the fog rolled it. And that's when I knew it was time to head out to enjoy it.
Anyone can see the beauty in a glorious blue bird day, but I seem to find inclement weather a thing of wonder. Clouds, atmosphere, drizzle, filtered lighting - to me that's so much more interesting than a blue sky and green grass any time.
Today was especially glorious because the aspens in my neighborhood are peaking - they're hitting the height of their switch from summer to winter. And it just so happened it was the first snow of the year here in the Wasatch Mountains. While I can't say I'm thrilled about the snow, it does create a stunning contrast against the mustard yellow leaves.
Is it possible to overload on beauty? Probably not, but for awhile there, I thought I was going to come close. Around every turn was some breathtaking scene ever more stunning than the last. I was oohing and awing like it was the finale of a 4th of July fireworks show.
Wish you had been there to see it.
[photos ©bridgette meinhold via instagram]