I'm getting in the habit of going someplace sunny in January, and the southwest did not disappoint. I was astounded by the desert colors, more saturated than I anticipated. Every shade, sage and emerald and pine and moss, tangerine and salmon and crimson and rose, made the air smell green and the wind feel warm.
Without the organizing principle of preparing meals for the kids, of cleaning up crumbs and laundering clothes, there was time to look around, to eat when our bodies were hungry instead of when our brains said it was time. To sleep the same. Four days of feeding a friendship, and our souls, of sitting in the sun and of climbing rocks into the sky, is powerful inoculation against grief and the gray to come.
Coffee with cream and sugar and sunshine.
Chasing the sunset.
A desert rainbow.
#cathedral rock / Where heaven might touch earth.