‘We have no one to guide us. Our only guide is our homesickness.’
I love to travel with my wife, and the first minutes of out journey always take us along Pena Blvd to DIA. When I am driving to the airport my eyes are always looking forward, I am trying to get us there. But when I am making this initial journey there is something I am not seeing, I am not noticing.
After a trip/vacation/journey, on our return, I spot what I hadn’t seen before, and that’s the Front Range of the Rockies, and if I’m lucky there will be snow on them, especially on Longs Peak. I know I’m home when I see them, and they’re always there when I return. When my eyes are open I can see them, and I’m home.
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