I wrote about Santa Fe this season.  This one night I took a walk down Palace Avenue, and the snowflakes fell on my face, light as the touch of Alice’s paws when she strokes my face. It made me laugh and want to share it with someone. As people walked past me, they burrowed their heads  in their coats, and looked to the ground.  The people in the Plaza  were prancing around a tented booth wrapped in colorful scarf’s and hats,   netted by a hundreds of flickering Christmas lights. The beauty is  heartbreaking beautiful.  Contrary to this Bing Crosby White Christmas cinematic  beauty is the farolitos lighting the adobe rooftops, and the ornaments and lights in the plaza, it is the shared abundance of peace and tranquility to go to Ten Thousand Waves, and Abiquiu, and the Ski Basin and the traffic is absent.  Wintering  in Santa Fe is a secret.





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