Fall in Colorado

I have felt a complete lack of words lately, a sort of bloggers block if you will. Although my life has been nothing but a bundle of change, the small events that have unraveled in the last two months are hard to put into one confined story. So, instead of updating with small anecdotes of life back in Colorado, I am going to profess my deep adoration for fall time in the Rocky Mountains.
Last Tuesday I woke to find that the leaves all changed color overnight. I knew the day was coming....the building of the cool evenings, the crisp fresh fall air, yet without warning, my neighborhood was flooded with drifting squash yellow leaves, and red tipped branches. Frost is settling on the browning grass in the early morning, yet the air is thawing to a perfect 65 degrees with perfect blue skies by midday.
I challenge anyone to find a more perfect place than Colorado in the fall. Sighing with complete content, I don't think anyone could find more perfection than this state, and this exact moment.