It is something in the longitudinal shift.
I left Wisconsin a meager and worried individual. I arrive bereft of worry. I land, like Superman on Earth, a changed being. I am strong. I am a small god forcing back mountains with my stare. No more clouds. Only clear skies and warm weather. I am ready.
I am not who I was few hours ago. Here in Colorado, I am allowed to relive the worst hour, the hour that I knew I was tabula rasa before a giant. In that time I am recreated free of inadequacies previous magnified by the safety of "home." In that extra hour I realize that I am the saviour; I was called here. It is at my feet that these people will genuflex.
Time travel has its perks.