2021-04-11-0136Z


On our morning walk, I passed another Mandalorian going the other way. I smiled and nodded, he did the same. Neither of us was, of course, armored or armed; here and now is not the place and time. Still, we recognize one another.

And later this afternoon, a roadrunner crossed my path in the concrete arroyo. This, while still magical, was more commonplace back in New Mexico. Here, it was a rare honor.

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