Winters in Denver have a good amount of snow, but with our abundant sunshine, it often disappears before too long. I love the way the sun, being low in the sky, shines deeply into the house through the south windows.
I remember the frigid winters in Duluth, MN, where I grew up. They don't get as many sunny days as Colorado, but when the sun was shining in my girlhood home, it would come in a large window in the kitchen, stretch across the dining room all the way to the blue recliner. My Mom kept track of those sorts of things.
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