Looking for Aspen in the mountain air, standing on the edge of Fall, standing on the edge of Aspen, standing on the edge of mountains that next will be full of snow, but we are always at the edge, always in between life and death, always in between past and the future, always there’s something waiting around the next bend, we are always standing or sitting in the moment, yet, aware time is moving, we can’t stay there, still, for this moment, I stand in the Aspen and at the mountains stare