April 23, 2011

i could be a hermit whore

dear in my life diary,

looking back over the favorite places i've been over my life- is what i've found myself doing tonight. i've been sitting high in the mountains of durango, colorado for the last couple of hours remembering the taste of the air and the feeling of my fingers digging deep in the bed of pine needles as far as they would go. i remember how peaceful it was to sit there alone- just me and the sunshine- and the great landscape. you can learn so much about yourself when you hike in the mornings before breakfast. i think i must have sat under those pine trees back off the edge of that cliff for at least two hours- but it could have been longer that day. i wasn't on a time schedule- cherrie and dale had prince william- who was only four months old at the time- and i had so many thoughts of the future in my head. everything was new back then. i would love to go back there- but i wouldn't know how to get there prolly. everything i wished for came true. everything. i wish ida known what to wish for.