It was right out of a Rockwell painting. The red jeep was parked at the ledge of a turnout by the ridge overlooking Estes Park. The snow was on the mountain peaks. The clouds were rolling in for the late afternoon rains. We stood in front of the jeep and just stared.
What does simplicity look like. What does perfection feel like. Holding hands being in the moment. Nothing need be said. Nothing else is needed. People search the world for a moment that can be found with just a jeep and the view of the mountain.
What is the meaning of a day. What is a perfect moment for you. For me it is found in a relationship that is as simple and genuine as the turnout from the busy day. Are you the turnout for your special one.
A red jeep, a mountain range and the connection. What else is there.
The ageless experiment.