jorgE630 on Nostr: Beneath a molten sun the land thrust up stone shoulders, ancient and indifferent to ...

Beneath a molten sun the land thrust up stone shoulders, ancient and indifferent to the thin shadows that crept across its face. Saguaros stood like penitents with arms raised to God, their flesh scarred by a hundred summers persisting where few would abide. Heat shimmered off the hardpan and mountains west wavered like fever dreams. Deep in those canyons lay bones of prospectors who'd wandered too far from water, their blackened remains now company with potsherds and strange pictographs of long vanished peoples who'd read in the stars some nourishing promise. Off in the scrubland a rattler streamed through mesquite and buzzards hung in the scald air. A man looked upon this desert and saw a worthy mirror.