Tired eyes, 270 miles, scorching heat, reese's peanut butter wafer crisps, cruise control, the first glimpse of Arizona's ledges and layers, songs, shifted tectonic plates, river worn walls.

Dry dry eyes, dry sand, vultures, sunblock, shutter sounds, barren beautiful alive land, perfect plateaus.

Brown, burnt, rubbing my eyes trying so so hard to see the whole picture. Making out sun rays and cloud shadows and lines. Lines in layered horizons. Whistling of wind through the valleys.

Biding time. Forming sentences.

A Beautiful Mess by Mraz.