We went to bed under Milky Way drenched skies.
We awoke to snow in the desert.
The first significant snow here in eight years, I’m told.
Red Tank Draw, already running high from last weekend’s rain, should be raging in a couple of days.
I love watching water make its way through the land. Those ancient recycled molecules of H2O shape and reshape this amazing place we call Earth.
Water cuts through the land and it cuts through time.
It finds a way around obstacles, or it breaks them down and flows through them.
It never gives up.
And, us humans, we’re mostly water.