Hear the voice of the living raging like the rapids, soughing through boughs, howling like desert winds. Unrestrained, life unleashed. Nothing can get elemental as the desert. Nothing can reduce one to insignificance as watching, feeling, hearing the voice of the desert.
You will not get a photograph to seal the moment. But the memory will linger like a distinct yet fading daguerreotype, sealed into your heart long after ...
