These are not as polished as I normally like — but I am posting now to maintain relevance.
Spring Road into Summer It's the season of unwinding the desires spooled within, indulging hunger for that dopamine pop of the novel. Even the familiar: the old road freshly taken, the same map restudied. The sun rising over someplace far from home.
Welcome to the Rockies I keep thinking I hear birdsong -- but maybe it's just my soul, rather than the semi's speeding down I-25 at 4 a.m. When we arrived here at the altar of the Rockies, thunderheads rose, mushrooming from the south and west in hundred-degree heat, their rain-dark faces a tangle, torn by opposing winds. The sky is not flat here -- it's ocular, dimensional and swirling with color, a marble for an atmosphere - both fragile and hard. Ambiguity and paradox for the reveling. Just Another Day Stopped at a traffic signal during rush hour in a touristy mountain town, girls in open air jeeps, their whole summer lives before them, laugh and pay no notice to the angle of light on the near distant San Juans, whose grave granite faces are suddenly lit from within.
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