It had been hot by mountain standards, although folks coming up from the flat lands were bringing reports of triple digit temperatures. The heat must have broken in the wee hours of the morning, because I woke up cold just as the earliest sunlight was brightening the curtains. Luckily I had a warm blanket at the food of my bed, and in my half sleep I juggled it over myself. There is something exquisite about being cold and then warm, about being able to go back to sleep as the morning creeps in.


This is the blanket Chile Lady gave me back when I briefly homesteaded in New Mexico.

About Blaize Sun

I live in my van, which makes me a rubber tramp. I like to see places I've never seen before, and I like to visit the places I love again and again. I like to play with color. I make collages and hemp jewelry and cheerful winter hats. I take photographs and (sometimes, not in a long time) write poetry. All of those things make me an artist. Although I like to spread joy and to make people laugh, my wit can be sharp. I try to stay positives in all situations, to find the goodness in all people. But I often feel compelled to point out bullshit when I smell it. I like to have fun, to dance, to eat yummy food, to sit by a fire and share stories. I want to know what people hold dear and important, not just make surface small talk. This blog is a way for me to share stories. This blog is made up of my stories, rants, and observations, as well as my photographs.

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