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  • Where do you begin when so many things started in a moment that you'll never be able to have again?

    It was a Friday in Denver. I was on a soul searching trip of a life time trying to figure out myself. The weather was perfect; warm sun, perfect for bike riding and the river that I had made my home for hours on end was just cold enough to make your toes tingly. Book in hand, 35mm camera in my backpack and the desire to get artsy, I found myself on cloud nine. Though slightly lonely, this was bliss.

    Out of the blue, I heard this guy approaching me.
    "You look lonely?" he said.
    "I'm Daniel."

    He must have been 22, three or four years older. He said he lived in Winterpark, as a kid. Moved to Denver to play music and go to school, though he hated it. Lived on a street that was off the cross street I was on. Colfax Street to be exact, near one of the cities better ice cream spots.

    I forget what I told him; probably that I was semi miserable, unsure of what I wanted to do, but confident in the fact that I just wanted to help people.

    The next thing I knew, I was riding my cruiser on the streets of Denver with him and his friends. We were heading over to an observatory to get one of the best views of the city. I smile as I write this by the way, that's how great it was.

    "So this is what it feels like to belong I guess." was what I thought to myself.
    It really was.

    A bunch of blocks later, we ended up at the spot and took the elevator to the 34th floor if I'm not mistaken. That view; the mountains. The moment. Everything. How did a shy girl from NY on a soul search mission get here? How.


    We talked a little more. About our dreams, life, pasts. It was like we'd known each other for years. Then he said something I'll never forget.

    "When you see someone that looks kinda lonely in New York, go up to them and take them to one of your favorite places, like I did for you."

    That was it. I'll never forget that moment. We wen't back down, hugged and said good bye. He didn't ask for my number and I didn't ask for his. Our adventure together was over.

    Sometime I wonder what would have happened if I saw him again? Would the moment have lost its magic? As sad as it sounds, I think it would have. Its always the moments that are left open ended and incomplete that come to impact us the most in life. Maybe now things would be different. I would love to thank him for everything that his kindness gave me. But I guess the only way I can do so is simply by doing what he did for me to others. Who knows, maybe I'll end up finding him in a New York park one day.
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