Long walks. Hot, hot summer nights. The mountains against the pitch sky. The stars when you tilt back and stare straight up. The pulse and bright lights just over the hills. Not an ounce of moisture in the air. Breathe deep, just stare and think.
Deep dark midnight blue. The smell, the sage…the desert drifting over the mountains. The edge of smoke and bread and something else…roasted.
It’s easier here. Easier to think. Easier to be. Easier to love, to be loved.