Colorado

Clouds in the West.
The fields around me look like Kansas--flat, alternating green corn and golden wheat, gray grain silos in the distance. But the sign twelve miles back said, Welcome to Colorado. The clouds in the west obscure the mountains. I know the Rockies are there. Sometimes I see some horizontal shading with triangular contours among the the clouds. We are probably too far away to actually see mountains. But it feels like coming home. I lived in Colorado for twenty years. I want to see the Front Range.