Different hues of pink, orange, gold and red blaze across the sky.... basking the desert sandstone in glorious color. I can't help but pull the van over to sit and watch the show of light. Every moment feels like the sky cannot become any more breathtaking. The faintest crescent moon rises over the horizon ... the thinnest sliver of light hanging amidst the waves of fire rolling through the skies.
A warm breeze brushes my face and whispers through dried grass from last season. I can see the new shoots of spring sprouting up through the old leaves. Charlie sits curled up warming my feet.
Every time I enter this desert expanse, my heart melts into the earth. I can never fully grasp the vastness of this place or wrap my head around the endless potential lurking around ever corner. Canyons merge into each other, containing lifetimes upon lifetimes of discovery and adventure. For this brief time, however, I am content to simply sit here and watch this magical display before me. It is moments like this that I am here for. This place is where my soul truly can rest and find peace.
Colors begin to fade... the breeze becomes cooler...
More quickly now, the fire dies...
The last remainders of light linger in pinkish-purple hues on the lowest of clouds...
The moon still remains... the only sliver of light suspended in the darkening skies.
My heart is left full of fire and light .... eagerly anticipating tomorrow's adventures.
Climbing AND painting? Awesome
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