Greenwood, Colorado...

...has got to be one of the loveliest little places on the planet. This evening on my drive home a golden sunset splash-shadowed the topography (a mix of small, coniferous covered hills and rock-rimmed plateaus on the east, tawny-grassed prairie in the wide valley and the high dusk blue Rockies in the west), a cluster of paint horses walked the ridge of a low-rolling hill in the valley, and a hundred-car coal-train pulled through a treed corner with its triangle of lights beaming. There aren't many homes crowding the landscape. The most prominent building is an old-fashioned, south-facing, red barn looking just as you'd wish. If it sounds picturesque, you're right, it is. It's a pleasure to view; a pleasure I hope life affords you.