What do you love about where you live?
It’s the trees. Or is it the air. It may be the silence that hits the landscape during the early mornings, dew hangs low, fog straps tightly to tires and the asphalt, and the town breathes in unison.
This is Pueblo, CO. And though we’ve got our speed demons, our drag racers, our unhoused, and the fireworks that seem endless at times, there’s an energy of familia here.
There is a quiet calming that seems to caress the roads here, we’re all like busy bees in our niches and alcoves of the town but we’re safe and there’s an effortlessness to being free in this here. The artists paint the walls, the troubadours sing to the moon, and we the people embrace one another to help each other.
We’re a city filled with Mom & pop spots from Northern to the Blvd, to Eagle ridge, and Union. We support them and boost the morale of one another to keep us going. We may not all agree but there’s a humbleness and a quaint resolve that rests in the belly of the Puebloans.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support shown and coming back again and again. Thank you for being you.
May your night be blissful and the day be energetic and full.
NOSCE TE IPSUM
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