A Very Good Friday!

Dear Members and Constituents,
I love springtime in Colorado. Driving to work on a clear frozen morning, windows up, convertible top down and heat on high. I let my mind wander as the crisp, cold wind mixes with the hot air wafting through my feet. I turn the radio off and let the soundtrack in my head blast, as I play with words and arrange thoughts to write you this note. The occasional bird song or sweet smell distracts my attention this way or that. I notice the skeletal trees have undergone a sudden metamorphosis, now dressed in pink, white or salmon –an image plucked from a Dr. Seuss book. The breeze deposits fallen petals, adorning green blades of grass with faux snow. The moon I had seen rise in beautiful silver last night has undergone some form of alchemy and now sets golden over the mountains. The sunrise follows shortly behind, tinting the thin clouds on the horizon bright shades of pink, fuchsia, orange and mustard. I envision myself embarking on an expedition to the unknown. Fantasizing of playing hooky to hike or climb somewhere up there at the end of some unnamed dirt road. The office draws near and I smile in anticipation of a delicious donut. Stacy Jackson (donut girl) has gone off the beaten path to procure some extraordinary specimens. For a moment they are all mine as I decide on the perfect morning treat. As for the remaining 47, they’re here and await you!
Happy Friday!

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