I’m up in Lyons, now, enjoying some time away from my real life to live my fake life…the one with dogs and a house and bike rides through the mountains and coyote moons and lovely things like that. It is harder to be so selfish in a place like this, I realize, because perspective is a tangible thing. You see these mountains and you realize, you see how tangibly inconsequential you are in the grand scheme of things, such a tiny dot of nothing in a universe full of magic and beauty, and fluidity…just a speck not many people ever get to see, in the grand scheme of populations and that…

When you are East, what you care about is all that is…inflating self worth and importance depending on how angry you get. Is that a life? I don’t think so…

Here is a realness. I am going to hang in a tree over a mini river of sorts, something just up the road, turning golden and feeling almost temporary, but so pretty nonetheless. If it lasts a week I get the peak times. I took my dad’s camera, the camera…I need some lessons on it…I might need to advertise for that. All manual. old Nikon 35mm….someone, please help?

Tomorrow I will find the town coffee shop, take the dogs to the dog park, and start in on this project…a huge massive undertaking, but so relevant…tomorrow I will reveal the headlines of the articles I am submitting. I have an illustrator as well, but that’s because I want to keep it sharp.

Then I will ride Christian’s bike all over creation in Lyons, etc, and consider whether or not I need to get mine to ride to Boulder (or my sneakers to hike, bad planner that I am)?

It’s an idea, anyways.

For now, it’s netflix time.

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