I’ve spent a week in the mountains, and feel remarkably refreshed and rejuvenated. The cool air and peacefulness of autumn in New Mexico seems to always do that for me. Although I love living at the tip of Texas, I long each year for the change of seasons, which is not noticeable at the coast.
In Ruidoso, the colors of fall are as pronounced as the night chill. Pumpkins adorn most porches and the yellow gold leaves of the aspens give a hint of the weeks to come. The smoke from a few fireplaces send a call for the first snow that often comes right after Halloween, but right now, it is fall and wonderful with temps in the high sixties during the day and forties at night.
I can sit for hours looking at the mountains, watching the occasional deer pass in front of the condo, and think about the wonders of nature. I am truly blessed to see its beauty, smell the fragrant air and hear the rustle of the branches gently blowing. If I had stayed a little longer, I’m sure I could have started book four, but there’s no hurry. I can savor the moment. Life is passing too quickly as it is.