Joan and I spent 13 nights straight sleeping in a tent and spent our days watching sunsets, hearing coyotes, walking along desert vistas, and seeing the Milky Way every night.
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A few lines from Colin Fletcher come to mind –
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“It is always there, of course, when you come back from the green world. You have been living by sunrise and sunset, by wind and rain, surrounded by the ebb and flow of lives that respond only to such simple, rhythmic elements. But now the tone and tempo of the days switch. Instead of harmony, jangle.”
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We had one last taste of green chile in New Mexico Friday night, arrived home on Saturday, and make it through another week to go back into the desert again.
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Work is merely time between trips.
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