September / October 2016
27
John Denver sings of
golden windy Kansas wheat
fields and long blue summer
skies. I like to think I might
be crossing paths with
where he penned that tune,
somewhere between Kansas
and Colorado. As for us, the
hills rolled on ahead and the
blue summer sky stretched
for miles, only to be broken
up by a few lazy clouds.
I like those clouds. They
like to play hide-n-seek with
the mountains somewhere
in the distance. It's a game
we have played since I was a
kid; which one is a cloud and
which one is a snowy peaked
mountain. Somewhere past
Limon, Colorado the clouds
lose and I'm greeted with
the first glimpse of our
destination, the Rockies.
But I digress...
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