Rainbow sky.

On the left, various shades of the most amazingly saturated blue you’ve ever seen. A distant, dark, massive ridge that seems to go on and on for miles. Time and again, a lonely windmill, forgotten by everyone and everything but the relentless forces of nature.

On the right, the sky in bright yellows and oranges. As if reminding us it'll be back tomorrow, the sun setting the horizon on fire just minutes before giving up on us entirely. Red sand slowly taking over the grass. Lonely trees punctuating vast plains that only now start understanding they will be hills and mountains soon enough.

Ahead, dark grays with big patches of orange. Layers and layers of clouds, lit by white sparks of lightnings promising a violent storm.

1100 miles behind us, 1100 miles ahead of us, the very definition of beautiful.

Welcome to New Mexico.