There was a moment that day, when I walked off the road and into the desert and turned my back on you, that I felt like I was no longer a part of the world.
The desert is so foreign to me, so removed from the land that is familiar, I may as well have been walking on the plains of a mysterious planet, far away and removed from everything I’ve ever known or loved.
It was too big, too wide open, to dead and yet too filled up with possibilities to make me feel safe.
But I heard your voice behind me and knew that if I turned I would see you standing there, and months later and thousands of miles away, I don’t have that safety now. I’m in the desert all the time now.
Beautiful, barren, without you.