The rhythm of the desert
We are settling in to the rhythm of the desert.
The sun starts to lighten the sky in the morning, as I watch out the small window next to me. Will it be a great sunrise, do I see a few clouds out there? Then the dogs start to stir and realize it must be time for breakfast. I get up and take them outside. It’s dead quite, not one sound. The horizon is getting lighter, and I watch as the colors start to happen. I breath in the glorious scent of the desert morning. The fox must have been around last night because both dogs have noses to the ground, smelling something.
Coffee, then breakfast, then either yoga in the desert, or a walk. Torrey is still favoring her leg, so she just gets a short walk, I miss her on my long walks.
Walking, photographing, soaking it all in again. Damn I missed this place.
I missed my saguaros, all so different and unique
I love the textures, the colors, the ruggedness of it all.
Al has been sculpting. He missed being able to sculpt for the past 3 months, and is really enjoying being outside and doing his thing. The serenity of the desert allows him to immerse himself in his work.
Evening comes and it’s the magical golden hour. I love the light of the desert in the evening. Soft, golden, and warm. We missed our evening walks, and look forward to this part of the day.
It’s so nice to feel the warm embrace of the desert again, like falling into the arms of a long lost lover.
All of my senses are fed here. Seeing all the beautiful colors, listening to the silence, smelling the desert air. I feel the vastness, the emptiness, and the warm welcome. I quietly speak to the desert, and tell her thank you for welcoming me home.