Following the sun, growing an Old Rose.

Avoid Miami, Flee West old man. Be no one's toy, and be tender with her thorns.

I follow the sun, for the sky, not the sun.

West or East, never South. The blue sky above me in the Roaring Fork Valley is not the le ciel bleu au-dessus de moi in Montparnasse.

De ma fenêtre (from my window)

I am camping out for awhile near this, not from my window (pas de ma fenêtre) because I like denying OSINT to my opponents, and my enemies, too:

So, you will not see me in Miami, not because it’s a mecca for rich older women who chase uninfected young men, and older rich men chasing uninfected young women, but because I need sky. Ocean, not so much. Everyone Back East asks me how I can live with Colorado’s permissive gun laws in Colorado CO-3, represented by Congressman Boebert? There are all types of guns, and I prefer the visible ones, the ones I can hear coming, the ones I can see coming because then I can run. It’s the people who are silent weapons that I fear, and sense.

I detest hypocrisy.

So, ironically, in Florida, its STD transmission laws, reflect its red state politics:

Under Florida law, it is a crime for anyone who knowingly has an STD to engage in sexual intercourse with another individual unless the infected person makes the individual aware, in advance of having any sex, and the individual consents to engage in sexual intercourse.