satellites and hurricanes

sometimes there are moments in my life when I look around and realize how lucky I am.

when holding a hand in the dark is simply holding a hand in the dark.

and the stars, are the stars, are the stars.

and I am underneath them in the night, scooting along by mountains and over wheels, hearing the sounds that fill my head and my chest and my shoes.

and colorado, I hope you are always here, waiting for me with soft, velvety, black arms, like a midnight mother in the warm soft bed of my six year old youth.

I'll be here for you.