Let
the city fill you up, let it overwhelm you. You can drown in the noise, burn
yourself with the movements, and immerse your mind in the rhythms, take your
pictures and then follow me out to the desert. Breathe in the smell of the
creosote after the afternoon rain, feel your heart beat even faster as you race
above the sand on two to four wheels, and laugh with delight as you find a
relic of Indian life. Come down to the valley, nestled in the shade of pine and
pecan trees, and sip on sweet tea as you watch alfalfa ripple like water in the
wind. Hear the guitars strum and soft voices harmonize against a blazing
sunset, and later, take a walk under a sky overflowing with stars. You may go
back to your city, with its mindless rhythms and thoughtless days, but remember
how you felt here in the desert you may prefer your city, but I belong to the
desert.
