I followed Uguay from the park near the young boy’s house out over a main road that led into the heart of Denver. We zipped past cars on the freeway heading to town, laughing at the startles reactions of the drivers when we tapped on their windows. Uguay grinned back at me and landed with awhumpin the back of a Ford truck.
I joined him silently, moving a heavy box out of my way. “Where are we headed?"
“There’s a spot in town that I want to show you,” he said, combing his hair out of his eyes with his fingers.
“Sounds fun,” I smiled at him and pulled my own hair out of my face.
Uguay watched the cars zip by, carefully scoping out each passenger. On occasion he’d pick up a stone from the bed of the truck and lob it at a windshield, but other than that out ride was quiet and uneventful.
Before long, Uguay tapped my shoulder, pulling me out of my deep thinking. “This is where we get off.”
I flew off again, following my mentor up and over the glittering skyline. We decided to weave between close buildings rather than go over them.
“Why don’t we just go over the skyscrapers, Uguay?” I called up to him.
“I don’t know the next time I’ll get this much freedom,” he shouted back.
Silent now other than the sounds of the city, we rose and dove, taking the most elaborate path I’d ever seen to the tallest building in town.
Born and raised in Fitchburg, I naturally had never seen the world from this height.
We alighted upon the peak of a building with an uncanny resemblance to a large cash register. I sat down and let my feet hang off the side, free-swinging over the edge.
Uguay stepped up behind me. “This is the Cash Register Building,” he said with much gusto.
“I can see why,” I said, laughing.
“From this height, we can see the sunset perfectly,” he smiled, sitting down next to me; A little too close for comfort.
I tried to slide over naturally, so he wouldn’t notice. As soon as I did, I regretted it. His smile fell a little way, but not completely. He pointed to the west in front of us. “The Rocky Mountains cut off the sunset a little earlier than in other states, but it’s beautiful nonetheless.”
“Did you grow up in Colorado?” I asked.
“I did. Did you?”
“Oh. No, I’m from Massachusetts,” I said, gazing out over the mountains. “Back home the scenery was never this beautiful.”
It was true. I’d never seen such majestic mountains. The front peaks were covered in deep green, with patches of red and fiery orange where the leaves were turning. A cool mid-October breeze ruffled my hair. The middle crests were dusted with light snowfall; the back mountains entirely covered from their bases to their peaks in calming white. Rolling, rising hills met town homes at the base of the front mountains, where a lush carpet of reds and yellows and greens covered the flatlands and foothills. The city where we sat was simply a pimple on the broad rainbow that was Colorado.
A little discouraged, Uguay stared off into the distance. The sun was just beginning to touch the tips of the mountains, sending orange and pink streaks out onto the few clouds in the sky.
I slid over to fill the gap I’d created. “It’s beautiful.”
“It is, isn’t it? I used to take the elevator to the highest floor I could get to of this building and watch the sunset from there. When I was in high school. I used to take-”
He cut himself off, dropping his eyes down to his hands, which were neatly folded in his lap.
“Take what?” I prompted him to continue. I’d never really talked to Uguay like this before.
“Not what, who. I used to bring my girlfriend here. We never got to the roof, though. So it wasn’t as beautiful. But, it was still the most amazing thing we’d ever seen.”
“Oh.” I placed my hands in my lap, staring up at the sky. It had since turned golden, the clouds small pink blobs on the canvas of swimming orange. The sun was halfway gone, and a red glow emanated from it and trickled over the mountains to stain the snow bloody.
The wind picked up a bit, tugging on my long blonde hair. I shivered, and tried to cover it up. To no avail.
Taking the opportunity as his own, Uguay put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his side. I gave in to his warmth and snuggled up to his warm hold.
Together, master and apprentice, we watched as the sun sank lower and lower in the autumn sky. Overhead the night sky had begun to show, dark blues and purples dotted with the first appearing stars. Over the mountains, the sun was all but gone, leaving behind a dark orange glow that soon too sank into nonexistence. The night was upon us.