Dusk and Summer

Dashboard had it right. I am smiling like the world is mine.

The clouds look dusty this evening, like they are carrying the dirt off of old cowboys and stories of the Old West. I'm perched here above Niwot, and my view of the Front Range is one unlike any other. The golden sun is fading and falling behind the musty clouds.

And this is what I was made for: wide open spaces and the unending sky.

I am eager to put the first half of the last 12 months far behind me. I'll leave those days to the pages of the history books. And there were nights where I watched the fan circle round and round, and others where I shivered in a flannel comforter in chilly New England. Summers, Winters, Falls and Springs come and gone and now, here I sit, with nothing but the moment before me. There is no use in holding on to the memories that crumble my heart, no point in snooping for dirt that will only soil a nearly perfect storybook-like summer I've already been given.

It's Anne vs. Wild, and I'm building fires and scaling the tallest of trees.
And I'm covered by a blanket of darkness at 2 in the morning, whispering and wishing that time would stretch and wrap itself infinitely around me so that the night would never end.
This is for all those times that I the dial tone rang loudly in my ear, the phone shut off and I rolled over to face Ferrin Field alone.

I'm a reporter. Just call me Lois Lane.
I'm adventurous. Follow me into the wilderness.
I am who I am.

Praise God.