Dear San Juans,
The Place of In-Between.
Closer to Heaven than to Earth.
A reminder beauty is always there, even when the rest of the world tries to deny it.
Healing in your mountains, alpine lakes, and high waterfalls.
Rich history of the hard mining people, though the idea of machines penetrating your rocky walls saddens me.
Hope for them. Hope for me. Though the gold I seek is intangible.
I simply need to bear witness.
You let me cry but always send a rainbow after.
Leaving you is never easy.
But a look in my rearview, and you remind me.
You’re never really gone.
Reflected back in me.
Photo cred: brett schreckengost