Another day, another sun.
Clouds dare not mock blue skies.
It is the land of enchantment.
There is an openness. A dryness. A soul-warming heat.
The landscape, composed of every shade of brown, seems infinite. With distance rocks and boulders create smooth rolling hills and eventually a flat horizon.
Once in the pueblo , a new adventure awaits around every corner, in every arroyo, through every adobe arch. The sound of a flute bonds with air and carries through the streets. A melody injects itself into the limbs of unsuspecting pedestrians. There is a dance in every step. A whistle with every breath. A beat with every contraction of the heart.
The sun goes down making way for a night sky spattered with stars yet the music continues.