The remaining days race from my outstretched hands, not so much like rushing waters as a whirlwind that comes and goes, gives you another round of delight. I breathe it in deep, let it fill my chest with sunshine and gratitude, till I have room for nothing else. In the late afternoon, I hike out to watch the sun set over the bone white sand dunes and before I know it, I am all tears.
I drive out of the desert with nothing but joy in my bones. The month behind me could just as well be an eternity for all the change it wrought. How does one put that into words? It comes out trite, comes out ordinary.
You vow to try again. The road lies before you. All you have to do is drive.
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