The crystal blue sky above Littleton, Colo., was so bright and clear it almost hurt my eyes. Pristine, angel white clouds hung motionless high above, evenly spaced as if an unseen artist placed them there with measured strokes.
It was an unseasonably warm December afternoon a few years ago. We were visiting relatives for the holiday season in nearby Parker. I needed a break from the revelry, so I decided to take a drive.
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