A walk with my sister
Last week, I took a walk with my sister over to the glass dump where there are layers of broken glass. Pieces thrown over time and broken into shards. It was one of the most beautiful days I have seen since I moved to Albuquerque five years ago. In the middle, of the glass dump, we were surrounded by Rio Grande Cottonwoods changing from the last shades of green to the deep color of golden rod. The rain was coming and so the skies were filled with pregnant clouds of deep purples and grays. Our conversation was simple and I kept looking for meaning amongst the sharp edges of the glass, maybe we were broken pieces of glass searching to merge into one piece, looking for a place to fit in. As we headed back to the car, we turned back to admire the landscape and the land sparkled from the reflection of the sun peaking through the clouds. I kept trying to turn that walk into a metaphor in life when I realized I shared a peaceful moment with my sister, so for that I am truly grateful.