The Hardest Pastel...
The Mojave by twilight falls into a dimension somewhere between this and the next.
Visually, it is the epitome of the utmost pastel; The softness of it's color theme rivals wisps of high clouds, or even the tawny grasses of Autumn and ripe milkweed pods near bursting.
The stark contrast from the harsh heat of daylight is in extremis, it's only cousin dust devils twirling across the sand and sage.
By night,
The desert disappears,
Leaving you standing on nothing,
Staring at a billion stars.
Your only hopes are the lonely lights somewhere towards the the invisible horizon.
Nothing else says you're not alone in the void,
Awaiting the arrival of something new and unknown.
I understand now why Art broadcast from the desert night,
Because it shows the smallness of opinion,
And the vastness of reality.
AquarianM
© 06/26/2023
By: Daniel A. Stafford