Journal 16Mar2018
Friday, 16Mar2018 Filed in: thinking by blogging
It rained yesterday. That's not really important, except it was a soft rain lasting most of the day. Rain in my desert always makes me think.
Rain brings out the colors in the sandstone that you would never see otherwise. There's iron oxide in the sand, that's what makes it red. Only it's not just red. You can't see it without the rain. And the sun breaking through the clouds for just a moment.
Another border in a land of borders. Sun and rain. Stone and sky. Wind and sand.
Sometimes you see more truths at borders.
And sometimes not.
Rain brings out the colors in the sandstone that you would never see otherwise. There's iron oxide in the sand, that's what makes it red. Only it's not just red. You can't see it without the rain. And the sun breaking through the clouds for just a moment.
Another border in a land of borders. Sun and rain. Stone and sky. Wind and sand.
Sometimes you see more truths at borders.
And sometimes not.
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