Trujillo has been up to its old tricks since a small community was formed there in the mid 1830s. The community was later named for Delfino Trujillo, the first postmaster. It's a small, quiet place. When I visited, the clouds and snow merged earth and sky together, so I wasn't quite sure where one began and the other ended. Another illusion in Trujillo's magic black bag.
Magic is fun.
It nourishes us. Maybe that's Trujillo's purpose too. Trujillo lets us wonder, and that's what I want out of life. I want smoke and mirrors. I want to know that the hand is quicker than the eye.