To lose–if One can find again–
To miss–if One shall meet–
The Burglar cannot rob–then–
The Broker cannot cheat.
So build the hillocks gaily–
Thou little spade of mine
Leaving nooks for Daisy
And for Columbine–
You and I the secret
Of the Crocus know–
Let us chant it softly–
“There is no more snow”!
~~Emily Dickinson, c. late summer 1858
Recently, we took a much-needed vacation, and along with our daughter, Griffin, and her boyfriend, Chaz, spent the better part of a week in Estes Park at the foot of Rocky Mountain National Park in Colorado. It was cooler than where we were coming from (Savannah, Georgia and Phoenix, Arizona) by a good 20-30º Fahrenheit. And for us, it was a major change in elevation–from 18 feet above sea level to in excess of 7,000 feet above sea level.
And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high
I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky
Talk to God and listen to the casual reply
Rocky Mountain high (in Colorado)
Rocky Mountain high (in Colorado)~~John Denver