Riding on a special night train through the Albuquerque Botanical Gardens, Christmas lights, gently draped in the trees, sparkle.

Lights force us to look at them without  having to say a word.

It would be a sad, barren world without light, hope, dreams, plans and people to ride the train with us..

Joan gets me to places I wouldn’t think of by my lonesome.

The evening shimmers.


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