It was a Friday night when Matthew Torres stepped onto the cracked, sun‑baked streets of Santa Fe around 8 p.m., the kind of warm wind that made him close his jacket a little tighter. The old adobe buildings seemed to lean slightly over the plaza, their white plaster walls catching the last blush of a setting sun that painted the Niobrara River in the distance. The smell of dried chilies and sage from a nearby stall whispered through the air, mingling with the vibrating hum of a raccoon or two in the alleys.
Matthew was a college dean at the University of New Mexico, a young man of 27 who had gotten the bright, restless energy of a senator mixed into him. He’d just left the game of the campus administration to be a faculty staff agent. He was going to a film festival in Santa Fe—a small but mighty event that attracted local talent, cameras, and a handful of intellectuals foli ied like avid lovers of the arts. He expected stale reviews, coffee, and a conference or two. Instead, he found himself chasing his own pulse in a city that was at once a living photograph and a point of endless sketch.
Around 8:10 the event was already starting, but Matthew had chosen to walk in early, hoping to gather the attention of a few older peers who might appreciate his schedule, or at the very least, glance warm at his shirt that had been recently tailored to earth density. The studio back of the festival centre was lined with rows of seats that looked deeper than their purposes. As he walked the periphery of the stage, a woman crossed his path—a documentary filmmaker and daughter of the Vega family from El Paso. She had a keen camera slung across her shoulder, the strap wearing faint scratches from last week’s trip to Tucson. Her name was June Ellis – 35, thoughtful and stubbornly humorous. Her presence spoke of an earth-hardened steadfastness; she was the kind of young woman who’d been at my mother‑in‑law’s wedding and could narrate it with a thousand jokes while flashing an effortless smile.
June smiled back, almost in slow-motion like an action directed by a storyboard. “Morning, random crowd,” she said. “The lights are bright. The first group of students is already busy with their coffee, I think. I’m on my way to set up a spot for a “behind the scenes” performance.”
Matthew laughed. “You’re a teacher,” he replied, sounding relieved by her quick humor, “a dean? Sounds like a very misaligned notion.”
June chuckled. “Got it—dean of discombobulation. You—no, the dean of the Fringe Festival. I know Hospitality and Ethics. It will add value to the structure.” She flicked a book of obscure filmmakers in her hand, showing something like a mis-sorted Entertainment law guide.
The plebeian ensemble drifted deeper into the frenetic heart of the convention center. That was the moment David Farnell, an old friend of Matthew’s from college in Key West, bumped into the alley behind the festival, prompting a burst of laughter couched in the green smell of the newly watered street. The instinctive warmth flooded Matthew’s mind, and in an act of a dancer gliding into a mouthwatering moment of CarpeDiem, he found himself stepping near a stacks of used posters that spattered the first event details. He turned toward the anecdote of a cold call and staring line before smiling and pressing his ear to sound and feeling the world ablaze with pomp, excitement, and full-color purple stickers tagging the lights. The Sand, the Boulevard, the peacock, a run of 2 seniors with The Martymakers, and a downtown woman of great love for the earth. That was the moment the photograph of a new possible backstage and a love, I think, the five canncles of the cosmos.
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