Waiting for a loved-one's return

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

The last house I lived in with my parents while growing up was in the suburban community of Arvada, Colorado, on the north side of Denver. The house, with picture windows to the south and to the west sat on a corner lot halfway up a steep hill. On a clear day, we could see Pikes Peak from the south window and the entire metropolitan Denver area spread out on the Plains. It didn't matter what season it was, nor the time of the day, the view was breathtaking.

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