COLORADO

She holds the same kind of space you hold for yourself when things get tough.

The same kind of cozy emptiness when you let yourself just be alive.

There is no rush. Not even from the cold.

Everything is as it should be.

It feels good to be away. Unattached.

My mind runs wild. Like dogs who are free from riding in the truck too long.

For now, I’ll just breathe. I’ll sit. Open to the stillness.

Ready, with grace, to meet my demons who need it.