We spent a day in Santa Fe which in some ways reminded me of Italy; the town centered on a square, and the narrow streets lined with galleries.

And of course the churches.   St Francis of Assisi, where a statue of the first Native American Indian to become a saint stands out front….

…to the Loretto Chapel which houses the mysterious unsupported circular staircase up to the choir loft…

…to San Miguel the oldest church, whose refurbished architecture  reminded me of everything New Mexico.

We walked among the galleries and parks under the brilliant blue sky I’ve begun to expect here.  I drank in the color and the light…

…appreciating the old…

…and the new.

And when we could walk no more we drove up the mountain into the snow and watched the sun set.

We’ll be home soon, far away from the endless sun, turquoise skies, exquisite light and  colorful buildings that are New Mexico.  And winter hasn’t released Michigan.  I’m told there is snow in Sunday’s forecast.  But winter can’t get me down now.

Because I’ll have the colors and sights of New Mexico in my heart.