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Concert
The sweet skunk funk of marijuana dances with the noise of people in the evening air. I feel oddly out of place at this concert, surrounded by mostly boomers trying to reclaim a piece of their lost past in the music of Mark Knopfler. I turn my attention from them to the skyline, which is beginning to shimmer over the amphitheater (Red Rocks has an amazing view of the city).
The heartbeating bass bats at the fabric of my jeans, and I close my eyes to hear the music resonate in my head. Cale is standing next to me, bobbing his head to the music. As the sun drifts to sleep behind the mountains behind us, the music slows. The crowds relax. The air cools. The city awakens on the horizon. I smile because life is so amazingly beautiful.
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