Desert mud like pudding
Desert mud like pudding, Taos

The hills are not stone, as I thought.

They are loose mud carrying a slurry of rock pudding, individual stones like blueberries in a sea of chocolate mousse.

I thought the high desert an arid, primordial place, where surfaces are solid. But they are strangely fluid.

An excerpt from a writing exercise, “First Impressions,” at the Lama Institute, Taos