There is no map.

[watching_ships]

The first time was New Mexico, 2012. The casita sat at the base of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, north of Taos. I rented it for the week and arrived early on a November evening. The sun was already beginning to dip low on the western horizon and the place glowed that very particular shade of pinky-orange, a slash of neon looking like a crack in

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[estelle]

I like this. I doesn't explain much but is so poetic it speaks to your feelings.

[watching_ships]

Thank you! And thanks for reading.

[adoptedwriter]

Thoughtful story. Is / was your birthday really Nov. 14 or was that just for the date you wrote or posted this? If so, Happy birthday!

[watching_ships]

Yup, my actual birthday was yesterday 😊 Thanks!

[millysdaughter]

Happy birthday!
Did you kick him out?

[watching_ships]

I did divorce him, two years later.

[rayaso]

Your New Mexico trip sounds wonderful, but if I tried to tackle London, even with a map, I would still be lost. I would go left, when left would be the only direction that wouldn't take me where I wanted to go. Like the others, I am curious about what happened - did you burn the bed? Wear colorful clothes? Nosy minds want to know.

[watching_ships]

New Mexico was wonderful. I've always felt some kind of connection to that place and I love it every time I get the chance to visit.

I didn't burn the bed. Seemed...dramatic. I let him take the furniture. I just kept on wearing whatever I wanted to.

[kittenboo]

This is really lovely, the flow to it is almost poetic.

[watching_ships]

Thank you!