Colorado. a morning fresh and full of possibility.
hiking solo through the most gorgeous wildflower-covered mountains.
Nikes on my feet and blue skies overhead.
rocks and stumps and branches and signs made makeshift tripods.
I slowly wandered down a trail unknown, breathing it all in.
stopping to see. stopping to be thankful. stopping to worship.
I discovered a stream, ice cold from melted snow.
so I plunged in my feet until they went numb.
I sat and pondered the great mysteries of the universe.
then I let the sun dry my feet, put my shoes back on and left.