While we’re still waiting for the snow to fly over our end of the western slope, the palette of the late evenings skies have been heart-stirring. Even the sunrises have been overwhelmingly moving and spine-tingling but gone within a moments notice. You may remember my post(s) from last winter Too Much of a Good Thing or Crested Butte Buried in the West Elks , how utterly shocking it was to be under 300+ inches of snow in a matter of weeks, even for a town that loves snow. This year is completely opposite and entirely shocking in its own right. Never have I witnessed…