As I settle into Lafayette,
the contrast with Alamogordo
is marked, with one exception.
The differences
Alamogordo
--> Sun,
light, aridity. The Sacramento Mountains on
one side, the brilliant White Sands on the other, and the San Andres further
west. Two sunrises, two sunsets. A sense of openness, expanse, far-away
horizons.
From my apartment, I saw the Sacramento
Mountains so close it felt I could almost touch them. The sounds
of doves.
Lafayette
--> Shade trees, their long, curvy limbs reaching across residential roads toward
their sisters on the other side. Moist air. Fat rain droplets perch on the
windshield like dew on grass. Dense traffic, narrow lanes, hurry.
From my new apartment, on the second floor, I see rooftops
and trees. There is a spectacular tropical plant in the yard next door. The
sounds of squirrels.
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| Lafayette, Louisiana |
A similarity
Since I’ve moved in, it has been cloudy in Lafayette. The cloud cover is close in, so
much so that when I saw a plane rise from the Lafayette airport nearby, and then watched it
disappear ghostlike, I couldn’t believe how completely the clouds obscured the
plane’s body. Just like how the mist and clouds obscure the Sacramento
Mountains.
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