Colorful Colorado

One of the things I noticed first about Colorado were the colors. Although almost everything I saw seemed to be green and reddish-brown, there were a multitude of shades. It was such a colorful place. "But you just said the only colors were green and reddish-brown," you may politely ask, while thinking in your head that I must be a little loony. But if you followed me on the run I took each day down a path lined with Aspen trees, you'd understand. Not only do the plethora of shades of green on the mountains contribute to this color memory of mine, the ubiquitous Aspen mysteriously takes on other colors than its own pale green. The way the small circular leaves moved with the wind, reminded me of a wind chime with stained-glass circles hanging and moving in every which direction.

I guess that's why it's called "Colorful Colorado".