Sunset sitting atop a wrinkled sand dune, the desert freely offering everything you might expect from it:
layers of shifting curves, open horizons, extreme sense of spaces.
We watched the sun set. Then –
Dry breezes. Rolling. Dizziness. Unforeseen sandy places. Nomadic pillows. Lounging. Stargazing applications. Jupiter? Silver trays. Slurping soup. Carrots. Zucchini. Random meat. Mint tea.
Unquestioned shooting stars. Firelight. Hot coals. Disappearing sheesha smoke. Riddles. Stories. Dancing. Lapsing shadows. Singing voices. A Milky Way backbone. Stillness.
Haphazard sleep. Raindrops. Cold wind. Bright 2 a.m. moonrise. Brighter 4 a.m. moon peak.
Sunrise sitting atop a wrinkled sand dune, looking 180-degrees in the opposite direction, the desert freely offering everything you might expect from it: night and day, heat and cold, change and timelessness.
Offering the duality of a desert night:
isolation and community.