June 29, 2009
It was one of those moments that have a tendency to define one’s summer. The difference was that this time I recognized it. The evening air was cool from the afternoon’s rain – and still. To the west, the last of the day’s light spilled pink and orange against the remaining clouds that streamed across the sky in ribbons. In New Mexico, it is not uncommon to see the sun through the rain. It is a land of contradictions. Seemingly still but full of life. As I walked from the bar with the sweet taste of liquor still on my lips I recognized that this was the height of this summer. Solstice must have been near and soon the leaves would change and the the smell of evening blossoms would be less frequent. But this was summer and it looked and tasted like gold.
Sincerely,
The Manager
