a meditation

As night sets in the park, I meditate on what has brought me here. Weaving through the tapestry that has been my life I come in and out of the country, and finally settle in this most majestic of states. It will be my serene decision to lay down my arms and rest, while fighting yet another battle. Will I be able to end my days in the alpine valleys of long held fantasies from when I read Heidi? Can I prosper and thrive in the mountains of my dreams and of my yearning? I can make it. Denver is but a stepping stone to those villages that I not see but only imagine. Alpine meadows beacon me. Meanwhile the snow keeps falling in the city, and I take the time to search for self and work. no hurry for now. All that will come soon enough.