It's spring in Colorado and snowy blankets are giving way to splotchy...rocky...mountain peaks.
In spring Colorado Rivers are still, *thankfully*, brimming over, bursting their banks. It's the time when dull gray, static, frozen turns to sparkling, noisy, and flowing. And, inevitably, that memory-inspired longing wells up inside.
If you've spent days trading lazy floats with pumping rapids and starry nights, you know what I mean.
Excitement, nervousness, anticipation. Carefully selecting what to include...and not.
...respect: she is fast, relentless, sweeping.