A New Mexican Weekend

I know now why it's called the Land of Enchantment. On a little trip to Truth or Consequences, aka Hot Springs, New Mexico, I was enchanted. When the sun went down the land was glowing. The ultraviolet rays of what was left of the endless color spectrum glowed those mountains into bright orange and purple giants. The sky became so orange that only fire could come close to the color. The islands of clouds in the blue sea of sky were gold, fire, and silver lined. The springs where Geronimo bathed were still running clean and hot. And before him the Indians, the natives, the spiritual people, for thousands of years, were enchanted too. Looking at the stars I spoke to God, I asked him for my life, just the way it was. Living every minute like there is no tomorrow. Trying to get it all right, every day. Trying and trying. The Land of Enchantment, New Mexico.