Forgetful

Sometimes, like June to September, I forget what a pretty place I live in.

This morning I was driving, the mountians had a light dusting of snow on the peaks, the clouds were low and wispy around the mountains. The sun was just peeking over the mountains making the colors interesting. It was lovely. Like, if I wasn't on the free way I would pull over and take a photo lovely.

But I was on the freeway, and I was running late. So I just enjoyed it.