Not a bad way to begin the day, up in the mountains of Colorado Springs.
It almost feels inappropriate to be using a computer here; it almost feels wrong to be accessing electricity. Almost.
Between the John Fahey playlist on one side and the clucking and chirping of the black-tailed squirrels partying in the pine trees on the other, it almost seems inappropriate to consider heading into Denver to drink too many beers to count at The Great American Beer Festival.
But above all, it would be wrong to think too much about any of this stuff. Just breathe, just absorb, just be.
