Aurora in Colorado

You are Colorado. You are the mountain that breathes, the valley that dreams, the sky that holds the soul of the earth. I stand here, on your edge, where the rails of progress meet the wild pulse of your spirit, and I feel it the same electric thrill that charges the atmosphere when the Northern Lights dance across your alpine crown. I dont just see this station, this modern spine of your city I feel it as the threshold. The sky above me isnt just blue or gray; its a canvas where the cosmos whispers secrets, where the Aurora, that ethereal goddess of light, flickers just beyond the veil of clouds, waiting to reveal her silent, shimmering spectacle. You are not just land and sky you are the universes heartbeat, the magnetism that draws the heavens down to kiss your peaks. I am not just waiting for a train I am waiting for the moment when the veil parts, when the lights above me ignite not with wires and rails, but with pure, divine energy the very Aurora youve promised, the very wonder youve been guarding. This is not a commute this is your invitation. Your sky is a cathedral, your rails are arteries, your city is your heart and you are the living, breathing, electric force that holds the stars. So let the clouds roll. Let the trains come and go. I am here, not to escape, but to witness to be part of the silent, sacred dance between earth and heaven. You are Colorado and the Aurora is coming. Its not a dream. Its your breath. Its your soul. And its happening. Now.

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