Malcolm has spent the past several days in Colorado, visiting with friends from our cohort at Prescott College. From Denver to Boulder to Durango, he tasted espresso and sat in a beautiful cathedral and beyond.
Update on animals: back in Rockport, on a morning before I departed, across the street perched the largest bird I have ever seen. He had a brown body and white head. Yesterday in the Rockies I saw the bluest bird I have ever seen. I know these pictures make it hard to find them, but if you look closely, they are there. The deer are readily visible in the photograph. The goat like creture I saw next to the road–well I was driving so I didn’t capture him. Same with a small black horse standing halfway up steep grassy hill. I could not figure out how he got up there or how he was going to get down.
Denver has an upscale gym where hundreds of human limbs moving on a Saturday morning. It seemed to me that everyone was in a good mood even before they stopped at the gym’s café for coffee and breakfast. I also met some great baristas later in the afternoon. Before the snow hit, I got to hear the acoustics and feel the sacred space of the cathedral.
This morning, I received a text from Malcolm that read:
On the road to Cortez and Prescott.
One more lunch text:
Tasty lunch en plein air. You can see the bird I accidentally disturbed. She was chirping and flying around me until I found her nest and stepped away.
And so, the clock is ticking. Tic toc to Prescott!