Floating blue clouds basking in self-esteem, clear skies demonstrating their power of invisibility, and a chilly mountain climate are the norms for me here. Why not enjoy this captivating view while it lasts? I may print these beautiful New Mexico images and sign them as postcards.
Like the aircraft passing above, the permanence of my dwelling here is not guaranteed. Days turn into nights, and nights revert to days. Time flies so quickly.
January is already halfway through. Like the floating clouds, the days of January are limited. Do you have a project to work on? Start it now; time waits for no one. Where should I head next?
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