Last week I fell in love. It hit me so fast. So unexpected. So NOT WANTED.
But it happened nonetheless. I.fell.in.love.with.Colorado.
I'm sorry Cleveland, but you've got some competition.
When I stepped off the plane in Denver I was amazed at your blue skies and lavender scented air. Your sun shone brightly on my face and warmed my heart.
I found myself walking the cleanest streets of any city I had ever been.
We hit the pavement in Denver and I was shocked at how it sparkled. Not a speck of garbage on your street. Immaculate, as though a cleaning service had come through the previous night.
As we drove out of Denver my love grew. My eyes discovered a beauty that is not found in the midwest.
After five days in your glorious state Colorado, I discovered that I can love another place. I can dream of living on your soil, waking up to the sound of the river, and the smell of fresh air. It's only a dream now, but who knows what our future will bring?
The Greenhouse Tavern Aspen, here we come.
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