At high altitude, I begin reading Benjamin Franklin’s autobiography.
1,700’s brings me to history of struggles for the conquest of new land and freedom.
Down below, I see the Rocky mountains with spectacular views of snow covered summits.
I think of my destination as I’m ignored for a coffee serving.
It upsets me because I smell the crispy black fresh brewing liquid through my nostrils.
Suddenly, my heart-beating accelerates when my mind settles and processes my journey’s purpose.
I plan and I practice my script to be rolled out, to be explained, and to answer all potential questions.
It’s spring, and the heat is on me and I’m ready for my new star.