We rolled down the window, feeling the gusty morning and the sun on our skin. We couldn’t believe our eyes, the towering rockies in front of us, so magnificently standing against all. The small towns we passed by, each has their own stories to tell, but this busy schedule didn’t give them a chance. A long winding road ahead of us, by the beautiful Colorado River that never stop flowing, a home for thousands of species whose lives depending on. Songs were playing on the radio, competing with the winds. Gas pedal was roaring, the old car tried to keep up with the elevated roads of Colorado.
The snowy rockies were behind us, the red canyons are greeting us, the Colorado River is still devoted by our side. In each turns, we awed. We felt so small, so fragile. We were nothing compared to what was in front of us, a vast view of what could be a small fraction of the world. The roads of Colorado left us speechless.
A cheerful tune came in the radio, I slowed down a little bit while I sang along with you. I turned to the right, looking at you for a split second, you were looking at me, smiling. What a good life we had, at that very moment, how grateful we felt, how amazing we felt, on the road of Colorado.
Some places were more magical than others, some places were meant to be special. At the road of Colorado, you and me, at some point, we were invincible.