Into The World: Creating Conversations

Surrounded by a dense forest of twisted earthen beings, raising their arms to reach the endless sky. There were no comforting tree branches overhead or marble facades, an alien landscape. Yet, somehow, I found that deep inside, I felt as if this was exactly where I had always wanted to be. I was melting in the hot Colorado sun, in a land where all the cliff faces were as naked as a new born bairn, but I felt like I could laugh and scream and dance with this rare and loveable sunlight for hours.
How unlikely it all was. What were the chances of a determined tree hugger forsaking most everything green and running around the cathedrals of the giants? The chances of a person attached to the glories of rainy days laughing and skipping up and down the cliff faces? Truly, that was the question. What were the chances of someone so set in their ways finding such freedom and happiness so far away from everything familiar? So, how did I end up here? It must have been the work of fate to bring me to The Garden of The Gods, and the greater cliffs beyond.