Away from the city and in between granite, sandstone, and lava rock, the sun casts its dramatic light on ancient sculptures that have lived under the sky for many aeons.
There is much I love about the desert but most of all is the imagery and the silence. A gust of wind can be hear before it arrives and the only sound made by a creature is a bird in the distant or the sifting of sand and rock under one’s feet.
I’ll return here, one day—it will be the same but entirely different. The silence is only eclipsed by the landscape.