The sky. I love the sky here. It's mindblowingly HUGE and so cool to be able to see from horizon to horizon and more sky between than any camera or even single look can capture. On cloudless days it seem endless, pale light-edgy blue because there's so little air up here you can't get the kinds of deep, relaxed blue of ocean skies.
As the sun nears the horizon, that pale blue darkens, but with a grey wash instead of being more intensely itself. So the sky turns slate, gradually, until the sun hits the horizon and abruptly disappears behind the mountains. The sun splashes the rim of the sky with its dying blood fire and turns everything clear gold. I love the tattered tree-lace affect of that light going through the trembling aspens, especially against the jagged black edges of the mountains limmed with light.
The cooler weather has also brought back the birds. Whew. West Nile doesn't go as quickly through a mosquito in cooler weather, and the local organizations have said that the case numbers have peaked and are going down. This is great. Yesterday, for the first time, I saw small birds around the house! A flock of something followed the farmer in the fields that butt up to the back of our property as he was plowing to plant the winter wheat. It was so cool to see the swooping black cloud with wings.