The morning was shrouded in patchy mist as i stood at the edge of a precipice on a Colorado mountain side, watching the sun rise in a golden glow, bathing the plains far below in the morning light. In the distance i can see Denver like an old friend. I watch Denver as the sun rises above the high plains. The city appears like a mighty shield of stone, steel, and glass forged in defiance of the high plains in the morning mist, offering strength and protection to those who called it home.

I continue to stare at the shimmering silver mist, as it slowly evaporated before an eastern rising ball of orange fire. As the sun rose, wrapping its arms around and through the city in a golden hug that penetrated every street and building, bringing the hope and promise of a new day, I shielded my eyes from the intensity. And then, for just an instant, Denver glowed so brilliant that it hurt my eyes.

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