Fall is looking over our shoulders here in central New Mexico. A peek here and a peak there. We've toyed with daytime highs hovering in the low 70s and other days where Indian summer rules. But oh, the morning air, the light, and the smell. If only a picture—well, maybe someone else's camera and eye—could paint the story. Grasses have topped out with their autumn whispers, and the Gallardia is giving up its intense orange, making seed heads and trusting on another summer. After a 30-minute walk through the neighborhood early this Saturday, I sat in my front yard, and facing east I just breathed.
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