I’ve been in Northern New Mexico twice in two years. When we went through this last time, my mother decided ahead of our trip that we would spend a couple of days in Santa Fe both going and coming back from Southern Colorado. I was so grateful she did; I love Northern New Mexico. It’s the sky that just kills me: It’s always blue and full of strange clouds and unreal light. A sky like that gratifies my eye yet makes me feel human, small. It’s good to feel that vastness in your bones. Personally, I find it freeing.