You come to appreciate clouds, living in New Mexico. First because they’re usually welcome, and second because you can see them in the clean dry air. This is a morning view up by the trash can looking south. Mysterious enough, okay, but if I’d taken my camera with me on my hike this afternoon, I’d have hit you with an image of the bizarro weather that ooched across the Sangres. The sky was mostly blue, but a dirty gray cloud twenty miles long trailed curving strands of virga that glowed white in the sun. You could see the shadows move across the land.