We drove some evenings back on empty roads through rolling hillsides, freshened by monsoon rains. The desert sparkled a bit with rain, the Eastern horizon grew dark and velvetty and oh, the Western sky.
The clouds glowed with colors and the sky changed and shifted with the breezes so that each moment seemed more amazing then the last.
We drove like that for awhile and then passed through Florence.
I wonder if the prisoners can see out of their cells? I wonder if they can still be moved by the grandeur of so much beauty? I wonder if the sunset inspires them as it does me...to make my life count...moment by moment by moment?
I'm not sure why I thought about those prisoners so much. But I did. The thoughts made me both sad and hopeful.
And it also made me wonder why everyone wasn't pulled over beside the road rejoicing in a sky such as this.
As we did.
In the creosote-scented fresh desert air driving home from Tucson.