It's life as I know it. The life that waits for me, four hours north and a million miles from the big city.
It's walking and wondering and watching the snow melt on these early spring days.
I sometimes think I have spent lifetimes here, in this quiet place, so far from the civilized world. I understand this place, these hills and mesas. I know they keep me wild.
May it always be this way.
"And I remember something you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you" -- Gram Parsons