Viewpoints

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.