I find myself once again at the gate of the Rocky Mountains, the bold defenders of the western coast. the golden gaze of the sun lights the path from these quiet plains to the patient and sacred evergreen woods. in the words of our poet cy warman, “I just feel good all over.”
*projecting from so deep in my lungs it reaches volumes rivaling those of a fighter jet* BOY THIS ALTITUDE IS SOMETHING ELSE THO HUH