Just a Piano

PianoThis is just a piano, nothing more, nothing less. It has a story:

The day is unseasonably warm for early November and the blue sky above is clear. I walk hand-in-hand with Emeric, on our way to find adventure. We a looking for a piano for Emeric and Kira, one of our other piano playing friends. Kira had heard about a free church piano sitting somewhere in town and we were out in force. The idea is  to drag it back to the hostel. When we find it, the front panel is on the top, the string and mallard innards exposed to the world. Emeric drops my hand and runs his fingers along the keys, pressing, shaking his head. “Its all out of tune and the keys are stiff. Its too far gone for us to use.” His voice holds a bit of sadness, mourning the loss of a beautiful instrument. I feel the grandeur of the piano that still hangs in the air. This use to be an i instrument whose keys sang out its story every Sunday to a congregation of people. The beauty of the broken piano is one that is rarely seen, held together but sagging, still trying to share its story with the world.

 

East Beckwith

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Pausing on the way down

After a brisk night spent up Kebler pass, the south west gap year group started their next big adventure, the climb up East Beckwith. East Beckwith is situated above Lost Lake and is a sharp rocky formation tearing into the sky. The climb up starts simply enough, with a soft walk up from Lost Lake slough, around Lost Lake and into the woods. Very quickly the hike turns into an off trail adventure, with rock slides and steep uphill stretches. The top though, is a true “rocky mountain high” with soaring vistas and adrenaline surging though veins. The climb down requires concentration to keep from pitching straight down the mountain. The end though was worth is the shaking wobbling legs and a feeling of pure exhaustion.

From Backcountry Coffee

Misty Sunrise
Misty Sunrise at 7 am.

Paonia this morning is beautiful all misty and rainy; It feels like late October instead of the last of August. This is my favorite type of weather, as it feels like mornings in India. I have been in my favorite coffee shop for almost two hours now, with a pot of jasmine tea, a blueberry scone and no plans to leave anytime soon.  I have so much left to do in the week that remains before I start on my next adventure, packing needs to begin, rooms need to be cleaned and the laundry needs to be done. As I write this I am distracted by my music, Oh Emily, by Jukebox the Ghost. I keep wanting to sing and analyze the lyrics instead of typing. But the sun is out now, reminding me I have other things to do, like finish editing papers, and bringing my little sister coffee.