The quaint little town of Mesilla, New Mexico was delighted to finally have a brand-new schoolhouse constructed in 1930. It had five classrooms and was built in territorial-style fashion with adobe bricks lining the structure, finished off with coarse tan stucco.
Enough already! Never in my life
have I heard so much cursing
and complaining, so much rank
self-pitying, so many people
living by their grievances
alone.I get it, times are tough,
but by the gods, can’t we just have
a little music?
Google Maps shows we’ll still be connected by one lengthy interstate. A vertical slash of blacktop for 678 miles. If I don’t turn back. I must not turn back. Spotify is girl-power, the rhythm of the road. Beyonce’s on repeat as I head straight south. I treat the car pedals as a piano’s sustain.
My footsteps defile the creamy-white sand, so smooth, like new-fallen snow. Exploring on foot a dry desert wash: for me, a true winter sport.
Winner will be announced in the November issue of Desert Exposure and posted here. Thank you to all who participated.