Maroon Bells I
With rain clouds closing in over the distant mountain peaks the autumn colours on the slopping hillsides shine out amidst the forest greens and cold rocky blues. Like golden flames they glow in swaths of vibrant colour the sweep across the landscape kissed by the changing seasons marching past.
Lying below the quiet waters ripple on a cold breeze that passes over the crystal waters and rushes past us as we watch. Fresh and minty from the pines, cool from the distant snow and refreshingly tingling on our skin.