There was a farmer's market in the Highlands with a bouncing castle
and the best veggie quesadillas I've ever had, that
they only sell at farmer's markets, that I've only found
twice in all these years and both times by accident.
Everyone was out on bikes, with dogs,
with kids paddling along on skateboards like canoes. Everyone
was who I want to be when I make a million dollars and
finally learn to run and everyone lived where
I want to live and knew
what to do with their patios.
Denver was jogging and biking and eating ice cream, buying
farm fresh vegetables, going to the arts festival,
shopping at the Tattered Cover and Twist & Shout. The kids
hit a pinata in the park and we sat outside Red Mango on
Colfax and it began to pour. I drove from the Highlands
to Congress Park to Cherry Creek to Lodo and I
remembered everything and I
won't forget these streets and I
am going to miss you, Denver.
Three days to go and before I forget to tell you again: we are taking the bees.