This is the ideal time to explore the city.

Of course, it is as busy as you would expect a city to be. There is a bit of traffic, people going to get groceries and run errands and be in certain places at certain times. Yet, everything is a little more vacant than you might expect it to be. Barstools are empty, the din is a little quieter.

Consequence, I suppose, of a city of transplants.

There were always those handful of weeks between fall and spring semesters when the campus would close up and everyone would head home for the holiday beak. Moving back into the bunk in the basement. Passing the hours between the early days of internet, movies, maybe some reading for the semester ahead. All of these Denver transplants and I’m left wondering if they bring their laundry home with them too?

I’ve got emails from clients and their vendors – offices being shut down entirely between now and the new year. They can do that now because everyone has their email all of the time. All of the dozens of nuevo-corporate LinkedIn-able stories about the sickness that is always being connected. Sure, you can disconnect your inbox, but can you get your inbox out of your mind?

What would it actually be to totally, truly, and completely disconnect. Off of work, off of the news, off of the world and others?

If we actually truly had our selves to ourselves for just a moment, would we even know what to do with it?