I was mesmerized by this old abandoned house in the old ruins of the Chimoya plaza. Perhaps in my next life. Tomorrow, Santa Fe, and Sunday, Georgia O’Keefe’s white place in Abiquiu. We are coming home Wednesday, New Mexico is in my heart and imagination.

For Maria, a profound pilgrimage, which she will write about herself. Shelby says the dogs and animals are fine, everyone seems to be sleeping in bed with her, and Red is getting belly rubs, Gus spending the night in bed, Fate prowling around the dark, looking for work. All is well.