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Adaptation
Tyedye Shasta |
The sun shines heavily upon us, sweat beading from our brow.
No solace to be found in this land of treeless, barren soil.
The only comfort to be had, are the blending multi~colors of earth's tones.
We try and focus on that beauty, while we await the going down of the relentless sun.
An hour after the sun has sunk past the horizon, a slight breeze begins to blow,
bringing with it a freshness of a hint of cool air to our lungs.
We... breathe... deeply... deeper with each passing breeze.
When the darkness of total night has fallen, the once hot land takes on a new form of sudden coolness.
Having rolled out our sleeping gear in the most level area of sand, moving rocks out of the way, we crawl into our bed, snuggling down to fit the earth to our bodies.
Pleasantly comfortable sand can be, as it moves, grain by grain,
giving way to pressure applied.
We lie awake watching heaven's movie displayed above us, our minds projecting the next scene.
We fall into sweet slumber, adapted fully to the foreign, hostile land.
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Traveling in a VW bus around the great U.S., we (husband and I), have shared many experiences - travel journal and camera by our side, we explored, and lived.
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