I couldn’t help but stare. It was beautiful.
Never in my life had I been to Aspen, but sitting there, right next to Daniel in the car, watching the most magnificent snowy landscape pass by, I already felt a strange sense of home. There was something enchanting about this place, something almost unreal.
The mountains stretched endlessly, their jagged peaks softened by thick blankets of pristine white snow. Towering pine trees lined the roads and clustered together in the distance, their dark green needles dusted with frost, standing tall against the cold winter air. Every building we passed looked like something out of a Christmas card—charming, rustic, full of warmth. Some had begun decorating for the holidays, twinkling lights strung along rooftops and wrapped around wooden beams, glowi
