Downtown Denver.
Light seeps through spaces
between tall buildings.
Life on the streets waken –
traffic, voices, birds.
I look in the mirror
swept away of dust
as the wind blows through
the open window.
Grey has overtaken this face
the past year filled with
experiences and changes in
the path I had chosen.
The silent mountains
engulf us as we drive
on winding roads,
through tunnels
and near the snow-capped
peaks as we search for
our grass hut
in the mountains.
