The wolf moon woke me up last night, beaming right through the window. The clouds cooperated, opening just enough to let it shine through, but obscuring Mars that was also supposedly visible right next to the moon.

I can never get enough of the skies in this high desert. Scintillating colors. Clouds. And a horizon that just goes on forever.

For a long time, it seemed to be the ocean that I needed, those lands along the edge where the waves crashed into the shore. There’s a different kind of border here, one of desert and mountains, of restless earth and petroglyphs, caves and volcanos. A place of transitions.