Another day begins. I sit in the grass and let the heat of the rising sun permeate through my body, melting my fear from last night’s vastness, wind coming out of the big abyss far below and coytees howling all around. Its a new day. The land looks welcoming and friendly in the early light. The birds are chirping and the river far below cheerfully bables.
A decided breakfast in Madras lifts my spirits and gives me more purpose in my motion. I’ve been swallowed by the vastness of the desert. A lonely feeling has crept in and though its beautiful out here, the buz of society lures me. In this open landscape, time takes on a different shape. The sun crawls towards its apex and then crawls toward its decline.

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