I step out of our room and into the cold of the predawn hours. The big dipper hangs in the purple-turquoise sky, pointing towards the north star, but the other stars are starting to fade, hidden by light emanating from a streak of soft orange hugging the horizon.
Stillness and Desert
Stillness and Desert
Stillness and Desert
I step out of our room and into the cold of the predawn hours. The big dipper hangs in the purple-turquoise sky, pointing towards the north star, but the other stars are starting to fade, hidden by light emanating from a streak of soft orange hugging the horizon.