"The mountains stood watch in the distance at the back of the loop. The pure white dunes waved and rippled like water, some hikers like ants rounding the tops of the dunes before crawling into nonexistence again. I was all alone, or so it appeared."
Month: July 2019
Carlsbad Caverns, NM
"It was entirely another world. The pillars looked as if they had been built by burrowing insects, the stalactites littered like a popcorn ceiling but razor-sharp, the fragments of curtains melting down from above to rest frozen forever."
I’m Leaving
"In other words, I'm going home."
