And, I'm off. Woke up this morning at five (late). American Eagle flight #3865- Albuquerque to Chicago O'Hare. As I stepped onto the airplane, the East mountains peaked over the top of the airport and the sun was cresting over the mountains, all sorbet and swirled cream. I'll miss the solar acrobatics of the New Mexico sky.
We're flying over Tucumcari now (posted post-flight). Mikey Fischer's Rocky Mountain Melts is dubbing in my headphones. Ever seen New Mexico from the air? This is a land of tucked away places. Hidden portions of water secreted in man-made reservoirs. Not visible from the highway that I drive every week but within five miles of the exits to the pueblos. It hasn't snowed in some time yet there are patches of snow rationing themselves on the sides of hills and embankments, hiding from the sun and milking the shadows of the sandstone. The land itself is tucked away within itself. Vast expanses of flat brown surrender suddenly to articulate outcroppings of limestone and granite.
Dramatic. That's the adjective that keeps coming to my head when I see anything of natural beauty in this place. Residents of NM, watch the sun set tonight and tell me I'm wrong. Looking out the window- well, nevermind. My point has proof. A sky lacking in everything but blue suddenly filled with clouds and hid my view. I start to compliment the Land of Enchantment and she hides herself. What a diva. Dramatic.
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