Hot Springs

My friend and former Al Stone bandmate Greg Ehrlich‘s always encouraging me to “book a ticket and just go,” and that’s what I’ve done. After a successful debut show with the new band, I’ve seized upon a couple free days to subdue temporarily my omnipresent wanderlust, grabbing a last minute ticket to Denver, CO. I’m writing this after a therapeutic soak in a hot springs, sleepy and content.

It’s amazing what a change of scenery can do, and despite pea soup fog thwarting my planned outdoor adventures, I feel the familiar excitement building, knowing that songs, lots and lots of songs, are on their way. 

The Front Range is a special place. Today, I’m reminded to slow down, and appreciate impossibly beautiful things.