Today was our “free day,” and mine really was. I walked to town, browsed some galleries, saw some churches (one real, one not-so-real-anymore), ate tasty New Mexican food, drank margaritas (one passable, one gorgeous)
saw Georgia O’Keefe’s watercolors from her Canyon TX years
walked through the pouring rain in the deep dark
to end up the last reader at the open mic.
Very much a good day. One that confirmed that yesterday’s loneliness lies were just that.