Denver.

Damn, I love this city. Lived here about a year before the Towers were hit. I had gone back to visit my mom and talk with the doctors around September 9th that year. I didn't go back to Denver. My mother had a breakdown. My father died. And a lot of other shit.

I know people that have been there and complain about smog. Fuck them. Right now I can smell Denver and she smells good.

I took Molly in on one of the scenic routes so she could take it all in. So when we get back on the freeway at 80 she's pretty freaked out, but happy. Emma?

There's a sudden storm as we enter her. Almost telling us to go back. Or maybe a test. Telling us if we keep going there will be storms like this. Run away. Don't ever leave your home. Stay where you're the big fish. Where everybody loves you.

No thanks.

And then it's gone. We conquered adversity. We stayed on course. And the city rewards us.

I think she loves me, too.