Sunrise wakes me from sardine sleeping bag, lifting head from limb pillows to see the first pink stretch of a new day. A thousand possibilities waiting to grow and flourish to sprint and spray in every infinite minute unfolding. The sun’s boldness rises changing the colours in the sky as its brilliant audacious eye sees through the muted silver scream of rain and burns the somber, oyster clouds away.
The bus shudder stops at its journey’s end. I jump off and look down the meandering, mountain dirt track and out to the Sea of Cortez wide and gleaming blue. Continue reading
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