Denver, 20 degrees: Sunday, October 11

A cold air, odd this early in October, settled over town last weekend. It was beautiful though; the grass still green as the trees were just about to turn red and yellow - a trace of snow covered everything. Twenty years ago I wanted nothing more than to leave, to follow my few friends out, but never found the courage and kept my roots planted.

Now, as time reveals the seasons and the character of this place, I’m drawn to the pattern of my home.

I’ve got more to say, but the moon is rising and I’m tired. I’m off to dream of familiar places.