She smelled like pine needles and campfires. Her heart was open as the sky and her eyes as blue. Her laugh was made to fill the Never Summers, peak to peak. When the sun shone her hair gleamed red like the earth. She was strong as the river that parts the canyon and just as patient. Being with her was like the buzz of a cold beer on a summer night. In the sharp cold corners of the city, she was a breath of sweet Colorado air. "Don't look for a lover, be a lover."