Ft. Collins, Colorado

Beards, bikes, women and wine
There are more chains and pedals than any place I’ve been
The warm October night is sticky
Smooth streets full of eclectic people
Hippies and tattooed weirdoes — the strangeness is good
It comforts me
I feel normal like this

Mountains tower not far off
I forget they are there when I’m in this town
The mountain people are the only reminder they are there

The people carry an array of carabineers and backpacks
Yoga mats and Kumacha
It’s not pretentious; it’s just the way this world turns

Music town
College folk
Coffee
Beer
Love
Art.