I am sitting next to Kamy, who up until 24 hours ago was a complete stranger. We are now friends and 43 miles outside of Albuquerque. The two lane highway sits between land that seems timeless and unaware of our presence. A endless picture that briefly shutters as you blink. At the bottom of the frame is wide open prarries of golden flowing grass contrasted by scattered shrubs. The shrubs closer to the ground did not make it through the winter, now a decaying grey. Other shrubs with limbs higher up, deeper, stronger roots proudly display a lush forest green. Effortlessly blending up from that you have perfectly placed plateaus of red sand and orange dusted boulders. Each of them getting taller as they fade into backround, reaching for powder blue sky.