The desert sun beats down through the car windshield melting my pores and freezing the air like a burning brick wall. The dusty wind blows across the flat land and rolling highway just as a long white paper, like a bandage from the bruised earth, dances in the wind between the cars.
Feet dripping wet inside my boots and air conditioning making it just tolerable enough to continue moving. From the beast of a furnace mouth rises another chapter in the day. Forcing each inch in this minute-to-minute world forward for a bit of progress until the temperature’s digits start to fall.
Setting sun with all its momentum propels the rainbow into effect setting the scenery into something majestic and unforgettable. The colors today are purple, pink, orange, and just a pinch of blue almost as if the rainbow chose the colors her self. Somehow the sky knows just what colors the human race needs to set the mood and setting for the perfect ending to a day.
No dagger or dragon tongued warrior could escape this poisonous night that falls on each person in a totality, a moment of utopia, that frames out a day. No beginning or end will ever be like this one. Your pores slowly shed the wax it was dripping while the fire was high in the sky and they open up to a gradual cooling so that you may endure an evening of rest.
Crazy we are, the ones who live here. It’s madness, insensible, unreal, and rebellious to walk the cracked ground with no water to run to. East coast deserters, lost souls to some, here we stand, finding our Wild Wild West ways in an attempt to tame the untamable one last time.
Holding the heat in our hands, the natives to the transplants endure the raging abyss of sand, wind, heat, creatures, and salt together and with a smile. Parked car, conclusive thoughts, the sun officially sets behind the silhouettes of jagged prehistoric rocks, mountains of history, simplifying the image of a place so vast, unstructured, and sometimes forgotten. Here’s to the sun for never forgetting.
