When driving across New Mexico, one encounters the occasional pot of gold (a.k.a. a solitary adobe church) while witnessing the ever-changing rainbow of the land:
At 7:00 am: I swore the earth was burnt red and the fauna was greenish-black.
At noon: I swore the earth was bright mustard and the fauna was on fire.
At 6:00 pm: I swore....not to swear anymore.
