We’ll do this all again,
someway, somewhere, some-when…
I am homeward unbound, full of colors and sound, mountain and valley. See you soon aspens, with yellow-gold hues, skies with infinity blues, rolling clouds into forever-ness. Fire and snow. Work hard, save money, pay of indebtedness. Avert rear-view mirror gazes. Regression progression. Contrast. Focus on mountains, plains, and front ranges – homeward boundless. Understand pattern and process. Understand myself. Am I demonym, word, or philosophy? Something more, something less, emergent? The evolution of a man. I will I can. Mirror Mirror. See you soon Coloradan.