I was sitting in the Cincinnati airport waiting for my connecting flight. I had been up since 2 a.m. (yes, by choice) and had only had one cup of coffee all morning. A dad approaches with his two toddlers and parks the stroller near me. The dad makes a phone call, and the two toddlers proceed to run circles around me while squealing with delight. In my right ear there is this sucking sound. I turned my head to see what the hell that sound is and witnessed an older gentlemen cracking open a peanut while sucking his teeth. Loudly. Remember, I had just had one cup of coffee in the 6 hours that I had been awake. I texted Melissa to tell her that my first stop in Denver may be jail. That's even if I get out of Cincinnati before punching someone in the neck. The mother of the two toddlers approaches and sits in the seat next to me. Where I have my purse resting. My purse that contains MY CAMERA. I pulled my bag out from under her ass while glaring at her. There's the teeth sucking sound again. I turned to glare at the man who seemed to enjoy the taste of his teeth. Right before I could get up and harumph away, they started to board the plane.



It was cloudy the whole flight. I scored a window seat and all I could see was clouds. Boo. So I took turns resting my eyes and reading my book. I glanced up and out of the window and noticed that there is a break in the clouds. I looked down and saw a patchwork quilt of greens and browns. It was really quite remarkable. I had never seen this part of the country and for as far as I could see all there were was fields. As the plane approached Denver, I could see leftover snow making white veins in the Earth. Beautiful. I was so busy watching what was directly below me that I almost forgot to glance up. Words cannot describe the feelings that went through me when I saw my first snow capped mountain. It was wonderful and beautiful and, well, HUGE. The mountains we have here in Virginia (shut up, Melissa I can't call them foothills here, k?) are baby mountains compared to the mountains I saw. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. I fell in love with that part of the country while still on the plane.



There are very few larger cities that I visit that I feel like I could live there. For the most part, larger cities overwhelm me and kind of stress me out. I didn't get that feeling from Denver. All I could think of was how beautiful it was and how much I really liked the city. Melissa and I had a great time hanging out. We laughed OH SO MUCH. And I really do forgive her for forgetting to pick me up at the airport. (Okay, fine my plane landed early.) I KNOW you all are dying for pictures, and you're going to kill me but I didn't get any. I got a few shots of her dog and my battery died and my charger was at home. I KNOW. Scored major loser points there. I just think that means that I am really going to have to go back. Right? That's if I didn't wear out my welcome!!

I will leave you with a good shot I got of Melissa's pup Atticus though. He's such a sweet boy!

Melissa, I had a great time! I cannot wait to hang out again! Miss you and Denver lots!!