As of about half a day from now (if we round to our repeated solar journeys), I will have reached an interesting age — exactly half my father's age. I think that means it's all uphill from here (I mean uphill in a good way, not in a “oh I am so tired, I do not want to bike up this hill” way). Where do I want to be a year from now? Well, I sure liked it in Colorado (picture below), so I'll have to find somewhere similar, but less legally troubling…
Run across the valley beneath the sacred mountain and
Wander through the forest
Where the trees have leaves of prisms and break the light in colors
That no one knows the names of
And when it's time I'll go and wait beside a legendary fountain
Till I see your form reflected in it's clear and jewelled waters
And if you think I'm ready
You may lead me to the chasm where the rivers of our vision
Flow into one another
I will want to die beneath the white cascading waters
She may beg, she may plead, she may argue with her logic
And then she'll know the things I learned
That really have no value in the end she will surely know
I wasn't born to follow
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