Morning sun beats through the windows,
drying the bear tracks that were left behind the night before.
Little feet head upstairs,
to wake the ever-waiting grandparents.
Swim at the pool, gaze at the mountains,
talk to the blue dinosaur living in the backyard.
Afternoon thunderstorms roll in,
and the smell of my youth surrounds me.
Dry trees emanate their thirsty scent into our Colorado home,
where I appreciate the life I have been given.
just in time for an all-American game.
Beer is drunk, excited cheers are shared, and all the while the majestic Rocky Mountains peer down at its inhabitants giving their approval of the day that’s passed.