Cross a ridge and step into a different eon, time travel in the blink of an eye. The desert continues to amaze, you tell him you see a punishing landscape, he says this is lush, this is full of food and life. You pinch sage brush between your fingers and the air comes alive.
Later, outside the fancy ecolodge they built in the gulch, you sit in Adirondack chairs along the dark side of the building, looking at the night sky. You see a shooting star and do t tell him, it is yours alone. Don’t make wishes, only promises, only exclamations of gratitude. The universe is neverending in both space and time, you are insignificant in comparison.
That is the gift.
You keep it wrapped. Bring it home. Revel in the magic inside.
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