Clouds in the West.
The fields around me look like Kansas–flat, alternating green corn and golden wheat, gray grain silos in the distance. But the sign twelve miles back said, Welcome to Colorado. The clouds in the west obscure the mountains. I know the Rockies are there. Sometimes I see some horizontal shading with triangular contours among the the clouds. We are probably too far away to actually see mountains. But it feels like coming home. I lived in Colorado for twenty years. I want to see the Front Range.

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