You spend the time you should be working, looking instead at images of white sand dunes. You calculate average temperatures, altitudes, potential journalism assignments, forget that the work pays the bills because you do not want to remember anything that isn't bathed in wonder.
The sun rises slowly over your valley in the west. An airplane ticket simmers in your backpocket, reminds you of civilization and a different speed of life. You know you can love that too.
Know that love is not a limited resources, but a well which overflows with use.
So you intend to use it until the floods create super blooms
in the desert.
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