My first morning here, that high peak in the distance had snow on it. For about a day. Then no more snow. Point is, this is the view I look out upon when I look up from my laptop. This morning there are only the thinnest wisps of clouds over the mountain. It's a little hazy, too, but not much. I love how the clouds rise up from the opposite side of that mountain. They seem to be pushed from a lower altitude, up and over that high range. And then they just hover there.
And there's the terrace itself. I sit on an old van seat. I sit on it in the morning. I sit on it after lunch. I sit on it at night. At night I can't see the mountain. At night I can't see much at all. Very dark. Only stars. Stars and the sounds of dogs. This has become my private spot. Where I send emails to my friends, my mom, to Stan, to Rose Mary. We talk all day long, talk, work, eat, walk. I will be sad to leave here. I should drive to Albuquerque now before I get choked up. Magpies can be very noisy.