Dear Colorado — my backyard, my habitat, my home,
This is not the first time I’ve sat down with a heartful to write about you.
I’ve penned my praises before. You already know what I love most.
It’s the summits of your 14ers,
your natural hot springs,
your miles of mountain highway on road bike,
your wild columbines,
your trembling aspen trees,
your hidden-away backcountry huts,
your fireworks-lit night skiing,
and your treasured national parks,
… to name a few.
I’m leaving soon, as I tend to do,
with your name on my lips as the place I’ll always be from.
Before I go, I’ll fill my lungs with your rarefied air,
I’ll mistake mountaintops for cumulus clouds one more time.
I’ll look up at one more full moon bright enough to hike by.
I’ll watch one more big-sky western sunset.
I’ll sunscreen up for one more city park day in Denver.
One last time — until next time.