i have a requited love for colorado. i belong here. i feel like i’ve lived thousands of years and thousands of lives here.
and that’s not true of every place i’ve called home. i knew some were temporal.
but not this one.
on any given day, i can open any one of my maps, put my finger on a point, and with relative ease, slip off to that place. a place i’ve never been. to do things i’ve never done.
pure frontier freedom.
and that’s not even the half of it.
the undisciplined tongue