The Energy

    The low hanging clouds relaxed into the valley, both cloaking and exposing the Rockies. "Come Back" by Nym moved through my minivan with the need to be heard. The beat dropped. I could feel them all moving through my body, finding their way into my open soul and overpowering my mind of reason. Every piece of choss I would rip off. Every questionable gear placement. Every sunrise. Every sunset. Every shiver. Every defeat. Every victory. Every adventure. The time is now.