Colorado
Denver has always been a special place in my memory. 10 years ago I switched my flight from a Jet to a 11 people propeller on my way to Lubbock, Texas for a transfer to an even smaller place in New Mexico. Here I am again, 10 years later, seeking a quiet place where I can continue a big chunk of my first book about a foreign man's survival in America. I love America and have blended into its culture amazingly well, but it's time to rethink about my years behind, what have I done wrong and right. I am staying at a friend's 4 beds room town house in the middle of HUGE residential area, having been used to crowded bay area, Colorado feels like farmland, endless green, endless sky, endless clouds, reminds me the bid Texas and empty New mexico. At one point or another, I was thinking, could this be the place I will eventually settle? I was aiming at a very quiet place where I can write, while I have wasted about 48 hours after landing, I accidentally came across this little community center behind my friend's house, about 3 minutes' walk, it's on the top of a very tiny hill bump, a few tables and chairs (incredibly clean) scatter around waiting for me to sit on; and when I did sit, I just felt how perfect this place is to me: quiet, greenish green grasses are filled in your eyes, with good visibility, I can see out at least 50 miles...It's not in the middle of nowhere, there are lot of young family houses where young moms are watching out their children, it feels peaceful. This is Colorado at the end of August, Sun is unforgiving, air is dry and wet at the same time, clouds are hovering around your head so low yet reflecting the strong sunlight, holding off the imminent rain which I have not seen for 6 months. Children's play sound is just about right, not to the point that is disturbing my writing, and my one time lover and good friend dropped me an email about her current life in America. I wish time stops so I can sit here writing till the book is done.
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