Rocky Mountain High

This morning I am dancing on the inside...ok and maybe a little on the outside. It's like this little bubbly song that blew in with the dawn rain causes involuntary smiles and a lighthearted step. The chilly mountain air is a fresh breath of 'welcome home' that I've been waiting for longer than I realized and I do believe I've embraced the realization with a death grip that will be hard pressed to come undone.  I'm even excited about going to the DMV as if a driver's license will solidify my place here and no one can tell me I have a return flight to catch.  She's an addiction, this Colorado of mine.  One of both tangible and intangible perfections, my mistress and perhaps my muse, she is my home on levels much deeper than brick, mortar, and driveway.  She is my safe harbor and my peace of mind. Breathing never felt so easy.