dusk to dawn

Mount Sopris views.

For 10 years I lived in New York in the West Village. There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't dream of sandstone under my feet instead of concrete; sagebrush in the air instead of burnt pretzels, fourteeners instead of skyscrapers.



I was going to stay in the City until I earned enough money to leave.



One day I realized I would never have enough money to leave.



So I left.