One Week To Go

Driving up to Boulder Co, and my day is looking good again. The bright sun at eight thirty in the morning shines straight in my eyes. My mussels are still getting use to getting up this early and not being able sleep in. Having to go through most parts of my body to crack the tense mussels and bones. Click, crack as my fingers go when I put my hands together in the best stop. Stretching out my legs by putting them on the dashboard of the car and my arms hanging onto the handle above. First we stop at a friends house. Spend about fifteen minutes there and get on the road. My mom and I start a conversation, that lasted for all of one minute

Today is one week from the first day of school. To put one week into better words, 168 hours, 10,080 seconds and pretty much is closer than I thought. We are now at the Boulder city limits and listing to the radio and finally having a good time. We can see the flatirons and the sky is dark with Grey. The clouds are almost to the ground and the rain is starting.

We get to the city of Boulder and we start out at a nice little vintage store called Feather thy Nest. A great name for a used goods boutique in Boulder. My mother was transporting two designer chairs along with two automatons. But a devastating loss after my mother unfortunately dropped a hand painted glass bottle that she had been trying to give away for years. After a twirl through one more store we start to head back. As fast as we saw some family Cousins they were gone.

So after an nice visit with some cousins and shops we leave. Seven days and counting!


Noah Reynolds