Sunrise, Sunset, and Sandias
Being from Colorado the thought
of mountains shouldn’t seem that alluring. Going from a state where there more
14ers than I can count, the thought of Sandia peak should seem small and
insignificant. But what most people outside of Colorado don’t realize is that
unless you’re driving west, or waiting in the hour plus traffic to get into
them the mountains aren’t as accessible as they once were. They are merely a
pretty sight that is often just out of reach without the proper planning and
early wake up call. After relocating down here I consistently found myself in
awe that no matter where I was driving the Sandia was always in sight. Even
more so is the close proximity to it makes it seem grander than its 10,000-foot
peak really is.
With that being said one of my
favorite aspects of this mountain is watching how much it changes throughout
the course of a day. I love how as the sun moves across the sky certain
crevices become more prominent while others disappear into the shadows. It’s
great how only something as small as a 5-minute drive can make it that much
more majestic. Most importantly I love how everyday I wake up to it, and every
night I see it fade into darkness. That being said there are two times each day
where the Sandia becomes my favorite part of living here, and that is of course
sunrise and sunset.
Considering I am the furthest
thing from a morning person sunrise over the Sandia is my favorite way to start
each day. The chilly mornings being in the shadow of the mountain are worth it
when the sun creeps out over it and warms everything up. That means that my
favorite view will soon be visible, the hot air balloons will start appearing
all over, and another day in the Land of Enchantment can begin. I’m grateful
that I have a view of this everyday from my house, work, or wherever I’m at.
But this time of day still ranks second to sunset.
On a bad day the sunset over the
Sandia is beautiful, but on a clear day the sunset over the Sandia is breath
taking, and will make you stop and stare in awe. I always wondered why this
mountain was named after watermelon, and once you see it you know. No matter
how many times I see it, I always watch it, try to take photos and just like
that it is gone. But that’s fine because in 12 short hours the sun will rise over
it, and start another great day of enjoying the mountains. It’s funny because I
never thought that moving down here one of my favorite things would be
mountains. But it just goes to show that it’s the little things, that photos
don’t do justice to make you realize it was the right decision to relocate.
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