Between The Sun And The Earth.
I love traveling.I love the few places I've gone, the people I've met, I love them. I love the weather in other places. I love the culture. I love the total new feeling you get when you step into a new town for the first time knowing you can be whoever you feel like because you're leaving tomorrow anyway.
But after all this, I've found nothing, for me anyway, feels quite as beautiful as the summer nights here at home in New Mexico. Okay, as any resident of southern New Mexico will tell you, the summer days can leave a little bit to be desired, with scorching heat and hazy sun day after day. But the nights are so magical in their own way, the literally dangerous heat is worth it.
At night it cools down, and the air is cool and dry, like the air you get when you fan yourself but everywhere. The lights are warm and low, and there's a feeling of safeness everywhere. Little yellow squares of light come from living room windows as you drive past and the moon and stars are bright and clear. People drive past you but it's almost surrealistic, like my brain is playing it in slow motion, these people with their windows down and the look of detached happiness on their faces, a hand slung out the window as if there wasn't a worry in the world. Two little kids, probably gone to bed by now, have left their bicyles on the front lawn toppled over each other, as if they too were sleeping like their owners, so peaceful. I see an old man outside, waving to me as I go buy as if he knew me personally, and I almost feel like he does because he's waved so many times. A middle aged couple lounges outside, The man sprawled in a plastic chair with a look of peace, and the woman curled up an unmatching wooden one, but she's looking at with such a tightly bonding look everything seems to match.
And that's when I realize I love living here. I don't care if it's a billion degrees and there's no winter. I hate cold weather anyway. I don't care if it rains about four times a year and snows even less. I don't even care about that whole section in city of old retirees who moved here from the East Coast for the weather and complain about everything like they own the place, because I they realized what I've realized...I love it here.
But after all this, I've found nothing, for me anyway, feels quite as beautiful as the summer nights here at home in New Mexico. Okay, as any resident of southern New Mexico will tell you, the summer days can leave a little bit to be desired, with scorching heat and hazy sun day after day. But the nights are so magical in their own way, the literally dangerous heat is worth it.
At night it cools down, and the air is cool and dry, like the air you get when you fan yourself but everywhere. The lights are warm and low, and there's a feeling of safeness everywhere. Little yellow squares of light come from living room windows as you drive past and the moon and stars are bright and clear. People drive past you but it's almost surrealistic, like my brain is playing it in slow motion, these people with their windows down and the look of detached happiness on their faces, a hand slung out the window as if there wasn't a worry in the world. Two little kids, probably gone to bed by now, have left their bicyles on the front lawn toppled over each other, as if they too were sleeping like their owners, so peaceful. I see an old man outside, waving to me as I go buy as if he knew me personally, and I almost feel like he does because he's waved so many times. A middle aged couple lounges outside, The man sprawled in a plastic chair with a look of peace, and the woman curled up an unmatching wooden one, but she's looking at with such a tightly bonding look everything seems to match.
And that's when I realize I love living here. I don't care if it's a billion degrees and there's no winter. I hate cold weather anyway. I don't care if it rains about four times a year and snows even less. I don't even care about that whole section in city of old retirees who moved here from the East Coast for the weather and complain about everything like they own the place, because I they realized what I've realized...I love it here.
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12:27 AM
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