So often, too often it’s chewed away.
In the forest or on a city street,
there is constant chipping.
Something stronger or something preying on the weak, equally unnerving.
Foundations forever removed,
Facades continually replaced,
I wait for the opportunity of new life.
The river bed is just a suggestion, the beauty is in seeing just how far it can go.
Find a new shore and enjoy the show.
~A~
This past weekend I got to spend the night up in Steamboat Springs. One night was worth the three hour drive. There is just something special about being up there. It’s more than the altitude, the overflowing rivers, and the unimpeded view of the stars.
It’s calming, it’s rejuvenating, it helps a person re-align their priorities to start again.
Cheers to the next moment, photograph, and story.
of the mountain.
The storm approaches.
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
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