Specter

Of harrowed bones and somber skies this city creeps along, dragging the carcass of Yesterday. With this burden comes a fascination with the past and yet an eye on the future. The ghosts of the Old West swirl around the empty streets and barren plains, but they are not here to haunt. They whisper in our ears when we begin to grieve for ourselves before we've even passed. "Never forget but never regret," they speak with sage advice. "You're here today and gone tomorrow so why not smile until you expire?" The mountains look down and laugh at our innocence.