Driving through the Rockies this past week, I had to stop and ask: "Can anyone else see color?" It seems that grey Winter was finally upon us. The only trace of color lingered in the fading sunlight. I closed my eyes to dream of color. Designs danced in my mind, bathed in an array of colors. My notebook/pencil were carelessly forgotten at home, so I made mental note for later torch time. I look forward to getting back into the swing of things at the torch. Definitely won't miss hour after hour in the car and hearing the timeless question: "Are we there yet?"