Passing by the theater on a winterland night, I treat myself to song and dance. Frosted the city, street-lamps lend their glow to the surface of stone and steel, clad in deep snow. Even the cold mountain air tastes bluish: evocative, elusive.

©2012, Amaya Engleking

Image Credit: Patrick Dicesare



  1. johnghyatt · January 26, 2017

    I am from Denver and this makes me homesick (in a good way) 🙂

    • Gospel Isosceles · January 26, 2017

      I am so glad to have brought you home with this little portrait of the city on a winterland night. My hometown calls to me as well.

  2. jasperkerkauwriting · January 26, 2017

    Always love your posts.

  3. Maria Gianna Iannucci · January 26, 2017

    Beautiful phrases…

  4. Cheryl Ruffing · January 28, 2017

    This makes me think of Writer Square, even though the theaters would be on 14th. I used to work in the Gas and Electric Building at 15th and Champa.

    Recently, one of the neighborhood kids, on being handed a Capri Sun Pacific Cooler, happily exclaimed that he loved that flavor because it tastes like blue. I scratched my head over that one, but I know exactly what you mean when you write, “Even the cold mountain air tastes bluish: evocative, elusive.”

    • Gospel Isosceles · February 7, 2017

      Good memory (no surprise there;) And I do remember the taste of Pacific Cooler Capri Suns, as they were always my favorite flavor and was especially grateful when the soccer moms would bring them for our end-of-match drink. It’s probably been 20 years since I last had one. Thanks for making that “bluish” connection.

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