I got to see some mountains in January.

I stepped out side my door in the early hours of the last morning in Albuquerque, and snapped a picture of the pink-blue spectrum.

I promise it was better in person. And colder. And smelled of urban streets.

I love the mountains, but I always find myself relieved to come back to my state, where the land stretches into the horizon without blocking any part of the sunrise.


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