June 11, 2014

Riding under the southwestern azure skies through already blistering heat that emblazons even the fullest turquoise greasewood to wilting dryness, and in the blinding yellow-red wind that forces my beleaguered ancient eyes shut, I see only in monochromatic, alluring wonder an indescribable and absolute beauty, her face an ethereal portal from the harsh world outside, her wise hands holding life and grace, hair the undeniable feelings of hearth and dreams, and her gaze, her gaze... There's never been more meaning in all the sensations and sounds and colors of this life in this world than in one look from her vital, rescuing gaze.