Came down NM Rt 4 on the East facing side of the Jemez Mountains unobstructed by early weekenders, unharassed by crazed scientists late for their sessions with the still unheard of and lurking beyond our wildest dreams New Weapons of Mass Destruction.
Nice start to the day.
Los Alamos: not just a bomb factory.
Obedient, compliant, I allowed my eyes a casual mingle with the gaze from the guard in the check-point booth. Skim past the Lab, rattle down the bridge, linger at the always-red lights, hang a right -- its downtown.
In the park on a bench by the pond: distinguished looking old man almost reading a newspaper, but really gazing over its edge at well fed ducks and geese pottering around by the fountain. At the edge of the freshly mowed lawn of the park: young couple, in love no doubt, sharing a joke, cuddling while strolling and pushing a state of the arts jogging stroller with a chuckling infant inside, its eyes wide with wonder at the lush, green, and sparkling world around it. On the sidewalk by the pedestrian crossing: beautiful young East Asian woman, stopped, deep in thought, a coffee cup with Home Brew from the nearby Starbucks slowly rising to her lush, receiving lips. On the road approaching the pedestrian crossing: Russian postdoctoral scientist, his shock of blond air bouncing lightly even as his classic convertible Mustang slows before the crossing. Her till now closed eyes open wide in shock and surprise, deep black, blazing. His blue eyes narrow as his face folds into a gentle smile. She smiles back, perhaps they know each other from ESL classes. She crosses, even though she was not planning to.
What a town!
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