Edit- July in Colorado
If you saw us through the window, I don't think you'd recognize us. If anything, I think we'd just look like two strangers holding Blizzards upside down, spoons in hand, waiting to see if they were strong enough to withstand the urge to drip. I don’t really know how we got here or where here is exactly. All I know is that the outline of the mountains gets harder to see as the sun goes down. We're visitors here, just passing through. I’d go as far as to call us tourists but there isn’t anything else worth seeing here. The only attraction seems to be the Diary Queen’s neon lights that shine through the blinds. It’s not necessarily inviting but tonight it’s my treat. I put on my new dress so that he can see me, see just how the maroon falls, hugging in all the right places. The humidity makes the cheap fabric stick to me as we run out across the road. The cars keep driving and you take my hand and for a minute it feels like everything is how it should have always been.