It's fall in Santa Fe, during the daytime, the sun shines bright, the sky is filled with nothing but endless blue and there is a generous warmth. As the day comes to an end, the cool breeze, the falling light, darkness soon, the chill of night.
Been struggling with the paint these past few weeks, no not really, haven't been painting at all since I got that call in the middle of the night. Soon I was at my mother's bedside as she lay slowly dying.
Upon returning to the studio I felt lost and alone, that only lasted a short while, till my place was filled nightly with my Santa Fe friends, we made noise, drank and smoked, playing music loudly
The next day would come, a trip to the mountains, the countryside splashed in brilliant colors. Suddenly it seemed as if my life were full, once again I was surrounded by beautiful talented people.
Then, once again, came the nagging woes, bills, ills, empty pocketed times. Surely I have been living like this for years and years, why the new worry now? I am thriving amidst this spell of fall, in Santa Fe.
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