One of the many ways in which Colorado’s landscape varies from the East Coast’s is the ability to see for miles. The foothills above Boulder are front-row seats for watching the weather on the plains.
Friday night, clouds pink with sunset rolled off the foothills.
Then, a storm so far away its thunder was out of hearing range flashed hot pink strobes and startled white x-rays. One yellow lighting bolt undulated sideways like a serpent sliding from cloud to cloud.
For many moments, I watched my own personal light show.
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