A memory in Colorado.
2:15am too high and too tired to think.
Saturday night.
Staring out the window at the night sky.
Lit up by the snow.
Driving past the snowy mountains of Colorado.
Back to my hotel in Snowmass.
Backseat of the car.
Unsure if my new friend is asleep across from me.
Listening to this song AA by Isaiah Rashad.
Soaking up the feeling of sadness.
