Colorado is an endless plain, slight tumbles of grasslands full of flowers but endless horizon, until you turn a corner find yourself right at the foot of the Rocky Mountains. Climb ten thousand feet into the air, lose your breath, lose your cool, America has changed itself before your eyes again, you are born anew.
Stop in the little mountain town and find a familiar face, you find her everywhere, and this is the gift. Soak in hot springs, revel in a moment out of the ordinary, try to keep up with the altitude, the dry air, let it remind yourself to you. A young man looks your way enough times at the bar that you know what he is asking, but this is not the time for it. Come back in autumn.
Go to sleep under a thousand western stars. Tomorrow you cross another border, and make your way home.
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