The sky in New Mexico is better than any movie I have ever seen.
Now, I can sit and ponder while looking at the world outside a hotel room window for hours. Where is
that tiny pedestrian going? How does that woman keep reading that book when those guys are playing frisbee in the grass right next to her? Is that the corner of a Panera behind that abandoned shoe place? But I barely had time to pay attention to tiny pedestrians before the sun had set because I was staring at the sky all day long. Thanks to Presbyterian Hospital and the people who were so kind to me, and
for helping me to spell Albuquerque. They use Q's a lot in new Mexico. I went to a restaurant called "Forque." "Quercue!" "ABQ!" I met a guy named Kevin who spells it Quevin. They love Q's, that's my point. Oh, and the sky.