I got to see some mountains in January.
I stepped out side my door in the early hours of the last morning in Albuquerque, and snapped a picture of the pink-blue spectrum.
I promise it was better in person. And colder. And smelled of urban streets.
I love the mountains, but I always find myself relieved to come back to my state, where the land stretches into the horizon without blocking any part of the sunrise.