Saturday, January 5th, 2002 10:16 pm (pandemo)
The Mojave --- You feel the chill of the winds blowing through you, the blaze of the sun burn your face. The elements contrast and compliment each other. The sun lowers in the sky. The mountains and rock formations that seemed so far away move closer and become personal. The colors change dramatically and so quickly before your eyes. Yellows to orange, to red, to pink, then purple and blue to black. Clouds lace the bright white moon. The colorful brilliance of the stars pierce the night. The mountains, rocks and cactus have slipped into the darkness. You lay down to sleep and you dream... You feel the chill of the winds blowing through you, the blaze of the sun burn your face.
- Editor -
current mood: peaceful
current music: Mojave Sunrise