Summer, Forever

Sun-tanned and shoeless, soaking in our youth from the summer. Growing up in a ski town in the middle of the Colorado Rockies, one either waits for the trails to open or the lifts to run. I lived for summer. A certain energy builds during this time of the year. The boundaries set by snow alleviate the mountains from their bonds, and with them so am I released. 

I can’t count the number of days I spent at mountain lakes during my upbringing. I can’t count the number of nights I spent under the stars, sleeping outside of my tent because the view was too good to block. There’s no value I could ever put on these moments, the connections they’ve brought me, and how they’ve changed my life as a whole. 

Friends become family. Family comes closer. Fire at dusk, fire at dawn. 12,000 feet above the sea felt like 12,000 feet above the mountains, floating upwards like smoke from our campfire. Summer may end, but the feeling will never leave.

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