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.
“The problem with being the strong-and-silent type is that everyone rides roughshod over you.”
“I have a faint, very faint niggling suspicion that you ...
