Life in a Northern Town

A couple of windblown bike fans check out the goods in Boulder

This is one of the many old tunes that my love and I heard on our recent trip to the mountains (and to your right is one of the my favorite photos of our adventures):

A Salvation Army Band played
And the children drunk lemonade
And the morning lasted all day, all day
And through an open window came
Like Sinatra in a younger day
Pushing the town away, ah

Ah hey ma ma ma
Ah hey ma ma ma hey
Life in a northern town
Ah hey ma ma ma...

An old fave of both of ours, we sang it together while driving through the mountain passes in our sporty little rental Jetta. It was fun to get away together, fun to see old friends, fun to ski (really ski, in the mountains), but it wasn't much fun coming home. It was dreary and gray when we arrived, and what we were faced with when we returned was continuing to separate our lives to a greater degree.

Thanks goodness the snow started to fall last night as we spent our last night together for a while. The blanket of white felt like a clean, fresh start...