Looking out to the horizon, it’s all somewhere else
Silence comes creeping
At last
Swallowed up in the vastness of this land
No more running in circles
Clouds float lazily across the sky
Shadows dance
A stroke of dark; a brush of light
And in this moment, there in the quiet
It all makes sense.
The wind blows warm across the open spaces, there in the quiet, southern UT
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