New Mexico is dry and vast. And in its own dry and vast way, it is beautiful. It is mountainous, yet in between the peaks and ridges, it is as flat as a breadboard. Its sky bursts with the brightest, bluest blues, yet its ground is parched with the brownest dirt. Its air is arid and light, and yet when it becomes wind, it’ll knock you off your feet. At night it is quiet, the distant city lights blink like night lights for those afraid of the dark. But when the sun rises in New Mexico, it casts a warm, wide smile over the entire state, like a mother doting on her beloved child.