I had a place to sleep - an air mattress on the floor, generously given to me by a friend - and I only wanted three other things: a yoga studio, a day in the mountains, and a coffee shop where I could write.

A quick search for best yoga Denver delivered the first, and I was walking there when I stumbled upon the Weathervane Cafe.

It spanned two cozy stories through a small house right off the street. Jack Kerouac and Woody Guthrie quotes lined the walls. Letterpress cards and herbal remedies filled the shelves. Old records sat in the corner, and imagination ran through every wooden nook and cranny, including on a tiny chalkboard sign hung beneath stacks of mugs. It read:

I believe in everything. Nothing is sacred. I believe in nothing. Everything is sacred.