It was only 45 degrees but the high altitude sun reflecting off a mirror blank, crystal clear Abiquiu lake with Cerro Pedernal towering at the south end, and the cliffs together with the reflecting surface creating abstractions like a kaleidoscope... Reflections that made it warm enough for me to strip down and spend at least half an hour basking in bra and underwear… Icicles like seasonal stalactites and stalagmites, decorating the red sandstone cliffs. I can not believe that I most likely won’t be basking on them this summer… My soul feels broken, torn for leaving, but it also tells me to come back here when I finish my business, my education and rectification of self, the redesign of my life…