Back to Colorado

Mile high in my mind. Snow line on the dashboard glass. Little map in

my pocket, tracing every road I've passed. Coffee's cold on this coast.

I just stare at the restless sea. All this gray in the sky,

it keeps pressing down on me. I keep scrolling through old shots, red dirt on

my hiking shoes. Aspen leaves in my hair, golden light I can't unlose.

It's time to go back to Colorado where the air cuts clean and

the nights fall slow, where my breath turns white and my thoughts turn

gold. It's time to go back to Colorado. Back to