The sight of snowy mountain tops seemed to have overwhelmed me.
I mean sure,
there’s some snowy mountains in Pennsylvania—-in the winter.
For some reason, I felt as if those mountain tops stayed covered in snow all year long.
Probably not though.
Submerged in the smell of Pine,
I started to head in the direction of food.
You Coloradans sure know how to give a good first impression;
And this is just the airport!
Finding myself in small shops filled with incense, I gently glide my hands over animal skin robes and native jewelry.
I was so excited I almost forgot I was hungry—- so I made my way over to Panda Express.
Some crappy Lo Mein and steamed broccoli wouldn’t’ve been my first choice, but it’ll do for now.
With what is now 2 more hours left,
I hope to at least finish one chapter of The Way of the Peaceful Warrior.
Instead I play phone tag with my love,
like I won’t be seeing him soon.
It’s 32 degrees outside of gate A32 but I bask in the sun that beams through the windows.
Is this how I’m going to feel always?
I’ll see you on the west coast of things.