Every morning in Denver was an early morning, but the last morning was the earliest. The final day culminated downtown at the courthouse and required that I wake up at 5am. Yuck. Just like every morning, I woke up before the alarm, in this case at 4:45. And just like every other morning, the sunrise was beautiful. I would go to sleep each night with the left half of my drapes open so I could be woken up by the sun, which rises significantly earlier in Denver than in Houston.
This is the view of Denver from Jim's window, at 5:50am, when I was dropping off my luggage in his room cause I wasn't going to be back to the hotel in time to check out at noon. How's that for one long sentance?
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