Aspen - One of many beautiful memories
Some of my fondest memories of my time with Austin are during the three wonderful years that I lived in Aspen. It took me a lot longer to appreciate the magical powers of nature than it did Austin, but on arriving in Colorado mid winter, it seduced me instantly.
If anyone who is reading this has been there you will be nodding your head about now.
An added bonus to living surrounded by such incredible majestic beauty was that I was now just one state away from my American family. I remember us meeting in the centre of town on one, it may even have been the first, of their visits to see me there. Having worked late, and no doubt having gone out for a “couple” after work, I of course overslept and woke to a phone call announcing, “We’re here! We’re by the fountain”. So excited to see them again I literally grabbed my keys, stepped into some flip-flops and ran, in my sleeping gear, straight to meet them all. I can still feel the butterflies in my stomach as I raced down the road, eager to throw my arms around all of them, Which I did. And then I ran through the fountain, which is a series of jets that shoot up from the floor sporadically. As luck would have it, (for Austin and Aidan) I timed my sprint exactly as all of the jets went into full force, soaking me from head to toe. They made me feel so happy, I wanted to be a child again with them. The burst of laughter that escaped from Austin and Aidan’s mouths is one of the sweetest sounds I shall remember. The power of memory never ceases to amaze me. l just close my eyes again and there it is, that carefree image, their smiles, their laughter, ringing like bells in my ears.
Some of my fondest memories of my time with Austin are during the three wonderful years that I lived in Aspen. It took me a lot longer to appreciate the magical powers of nature than it did Austin, but on arriving in Colorado mid winter, it seduced me instantly.
If anyone who is reading this has been there you will be nodding your head about now.
An added bonus to living surrounded by such incredible majestic beauty was that I was now just one state away from my American family. I remember us meeting in the centre of town on one, it may even have been the first, of their visits to see me there. Having worked late, and no doubt having gone out for a “couple” after work, I of course overslept and woke to a phone call announcing, “We’re here! We’re by the fountain”. So excited to see them again I literally grabbed my keys, stepped into some flip-flops and ran, in my sleeping gear, straight to meet them all. I can still feel the butterflies in my stomach as I raced down the road, eager to throw my arms around all of them, Which I did. And then I ran through the fountain, which is a series of jets that shoot up from the floor sporadically. As luck would have it, (for Austin and Aidan) I timed my sprint exactly as all of the jets went into full force, soaking me from head to toe. They made me feel so happy, I wanted to be a child again with them. The burst of laughter that escaped from Austin and Aidan’s mouths is one of the sweetest sounds I shall remember. The power of memory never ceases to amaze me. l just close my eyes again and there it is, that carefree image, their smiles, their laughter, ringing like bells in my ears.
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