My kids often ask me why I moved to Cañon City, and I tell them this is my dream life. They look at me and tell me as soon as they're old enough they will leave town. I reply with a knownig smile that I did the same and encourage them to explore. I tell them Cañon City is my adventure and they look at me like I've got a booger hanging out of my nose. Oh well, wisdom can be wasted on the young.
Here are some pics of a local bakery in Florence in which I love to sit and write. I once spent an entire morning/afternoon here and watched a man painting with water colors in the window, we struck up a conversation about his paintings and I left thinking: This is where I belong. Do you ever get that feeling? If you don't, move.
Enjoy the pics of this lovely bakery and feel fuzzy inside.
