How interesting it is to see the sky horizon-to-horizon. How stunning. How surprising. Locked out by city buildings, the sky can only peek through cracks and down alleys, but in the desert it reaches joyfully from east to west, from north to south, behind you, in front of you, to the left of you, to the right of you. Above you and wrapped around you.
Wrapping itself firmly into your soul is the peace, the untrampled aural aspect of land physically untrampled except by stock and native animals. I wanted to sleep in that stillness, laying on the earth, looking into the stars and the face of the moon.
Meanwhile, back in the wet, cold, mid-winter, building-locked city, I am making ginger-garlic paste to brighten dishes when good garlic and ginger is difficult to find..