The Mojave Desert

Day 35:

I definitely came to the Mojave at the right time of year. It’s as though a piñata filled with brightly colored, yet delicate, flowers exploded on all the land around me. Everywhere you look is inhabited by a stretching, reaching, yearning flower in every Crayola color and combination imaginable. Here, lemon sherbet daisies reach fiercely to the sky, despite their meager 4 inch stature.

At times it seems as though I’m going through a color run: first engulfed with screaming orange, then serenely splashed with lavender, a douse of fire engine red takes over for a moment, and then it quiets into pale yellow.


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