Slim Randles' Home Country
Winter colors the world
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Why are winter mornings so heartbreakingly special?
They're sure cold, at least around here. And with the snow you'd
think they'd be white, too. But they aren't, are they?
In the morning there is a tinge, a golden... no, a yellowish cast to
the snow, the sky and the trees. It is more like those catalog
pictures of yellow diamonds. You know... the diamonds we don't
really want because the ladies don't want anything but the clear
diamonds, but the ones that look more interesting because there's
some color there?
If men bought diamonds for themselves, we'd
probably go for the yellow ones, because they'd remind us, even in
the broiling heat of summer, that a morning in January has a
yellow-diamond cast to it.
And the evenings are special, too.
When the sun starts to set, the snow and the sky and the trees
take on that glow that is a combination of orange and pink. It's the
singular color of winter dusk and makes us want to paint the walls
of a cabin that color to remind us of the endings of winter days.
It's the color that's so pretty we don't even talk about it with
other people because it would sound kinda silly. In Alaska, they
call it "alpenglow." It's as good a name as any.
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Isn't it strange how these days that are supposed to be white and
gray and dull and depressing are still able to give us these two
delicious colors we can tuck away in our memories and trot out when
we need them?
Let's hope we can give each other special little memories this
month that we can use when we need them, too. Seems like the right
thing to do.
[Text from file received from Slim Randles]
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