A walk before sunset
The light came in low and turned the boulders gold, and for ten minutes nothing else mattered.
Most of what I write here starts as a walk. This one began at a rusted fence on the edge of town and ended in the foothills.
Granite and prickly pear
The trail narrows between two boulders, then opens onto a patch of cactus glowing green in the last light.
Stay curious about small places.
I headed back before the shadows got long.
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