I miss him

The rain reminds me of laughing with him, yet it may be time for a change.

Where I stayed in Denver

There used to be some very interesting monthly hotels in the inexpensive category.  While I was writing and over time I lived in a few of them.  One in particular was very homey.  I walked in and there was a bright yellow blanket covering the bed.  It seemed like the sun inside and therefore very Native American. 

a small town

Snowy Summer-ish

The look with a blue sky, only in Spring does that happen.  It does the senses good or the mind breaking out of the usual feels the natural of change, the drug of breaking through.  Kind of a lesson in the alternative realness for the conscious seeker.