Chasing the sun

I’ve chased the sun from one end of the world to the next.

I’ve skipped time over the varying parts of the world.

Does it make me well versed?

Does it mean I am younger?

I’ve chased the sun on the horizon for so long.

I’ve chased the insatiable need for a new day everyday.

I’ve forgotten the millions of stars which light the night.

I’ve forgotten the possibility of uncertainty in darkness.

I’ve chased the sun for so many years, I’ve forgotten the serenity of twilight.

Heading home pt. 6

Dear, goodness, if I never see mountains again, it will be too soon! Fall has hit early in Colorado, and the leaves are already changing to vibrant orange, yellow, and red. There is even snow capping the peaks at higher elevations and blocking out the view of your windshield as we cross over the range. It’s an eerie feeling driving over a snowy mountain in a state that doesn’t believe in guardrails.


The ride back to Denver over the mountains is bittersweet. I’m so happy to be going home, but leaving my newly wedded friends two thousand miles away hurts me. I have the curse of waking up entirely too early after a night of partying, so the morning of our departure, we pack up and hit the road for our five hour drive back to Denver. It makes me sad not to be able to say goodbye, but the memories of the night before will be all I need to carry me through until next time. 

It was my second time off the East coast. My first time in Colorado and it’s time zone. My first time to the Rockies and seeing the Rio Grande. The furthest from home I have ever been. The longest time away from my daughter I have ever spent.

And the biggest moment of my best friend’s life thus far, getting married.

It was a huge trip full of amazing experiences and moments to remember for the rest of our lives, but as our flight lands, I am so happy to be home! 

I can’t wait to see my little girl and feel her little arms and legs wrap around me in the biggest monkey hug her little body can give me! I can’t wait to hear that little voice and see that sweet smile when we pick her up and bring her home! Anticipation is driving me nuts! 

Flying above the clouds pt. 2

There is something awe inspiring about the ability to fly. Standing on the ground, looking enviously up at birds as they effortlessly defy gravity is all man could do before the Wright brothers said, “hold my beer.” Now, modern aviation can fly hundreds of people at once in a single vehicle, defying gravity on our own and soaring high above any bird with our artificial wings. 

As I sit on this aircraft, flying on a United Airline Boeing 757 at approximately 30,000 feet above the ground, I can’t help but think how small everything below us seems. Everything from up here seems like a tiny sliver in the grand scheme of the world. Small mountains encompassing smaller towns with invisible people and their imaginary issues. I don’t mean to belittle anyone’s journey in life, but from up here, it isn’t visible. It’s as if the world has its own life and ideas of what is important, and it isn’t the fabricated problems of the invisible people in the tiny town sorrounded by the small mountains.
It makes you wonder if before modern aviation, before the Wright brothers when people kept their feet on the ground, if birds would look down on us with pity. If they would see us tiny people milling about their small town and think how insignificant we all are to the grand scheme of the entire world they could see from above.
But even with this new perspective, we still see our lives as the largest part of this world. Maybe one day we can be like birds and see this big, old world for what is and ourselves as only a tiny part of it.