So we are vacationing in Phoenix.
It is a time of simultaneous memories and dreams. You can't really have one without the other, and they are each reflections of one another. Our memories shape our future dreams, just like our dreams will live on in our memories once they've been accomplished. Some dreams take longer than others to realize.
The skies seem so open and so blue. It does sometimes seem like I could run forever under such vast skies. It makes me think of an unusual song that I love: "Little Fluffy Clouds" by the Orb. "What were the skies like when you were young?"
The American West is a place that holds a special place in my heart. While living in Colorado Springs does mean I live in the West, something about the Southwest is charming and romantic. When I was in college, I took a museum class that was a week long in Santa Fe. It was a class that really showcased the fascinating history and art of the Southwest. Every once in a while I enjoy taking a trip south and west in order to reabsorb the beauty and renew my appreciation of the amazing locations that are nearer to me and dear, such as the Garden of the Gods. Can't go wrong with running in one of the most amazing places on earth!
The West is a place I'm honored to live in, and find peace in running in.
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