Meanwhile, in Boulder...
While visiting Boulder, my heart cracked open. It was a little unnverving. Maybe it was the altitude, the headache humming relentlessly in my brain due to dehydration or perhaps it was the slow, very relaxed pace that caught me off guard.
It might have had something to do with this book I am reading. I'm just guessing.
I sought refuge in long walks down Pearl street, at the edge of the trails, in a tour of the Celestial Seasonings tea factory (two words: MINT ROOM), in meeting with new friends and in the cool sunshine.
When there was no where left to go, I settled into the middle of a big blue chair, sipped on chamomile tea and read a new (new to me) book of poetry by Joyce Carol Oates.
Overall, not a bad place to have my heart cracked open.
In Boulder, my heart cracked open. It was a little unnverving. Maybe it was the
altitude, the headache humming relentlessly in my brain because of dehydration or
perhaps it was the slow, very relaxed pace that caught me off guard.
It might have had a little to do with this book I am reading. I'm just guessing.
I sought refuge in my walks down Pearl street, in a tour of the Celestial Seasonings factory (two words: MINT ROOM), in meeting with new friends and in the cool sunshine.
altitude, the headache humming relentlessly in my brain because of dehydration or
perhaps it was the slow, very relaxed pace that caught me off guard.
It might have had a little to do with this book I am reading. I'm just guessing.
I sought refuge in my walks down Pearl street, in a tour of the Celestial Seasonings factory (two words: MINT ROOM), in meeting with new friends and in the cool sunshine.