It's strange to experience something so vivid alone, in the desert. Your brain keeps trying to stretch for any sound to attribute to it, or some other sensation beside just the visual. But there is nothing-- it's so still and silent as the new day, and the new year begins.
Some nights I wish I could go back in life, not to change things, just to feel a couple of things twice. Do you ever feel this way? I know I do. I would go back in time to the warm summer mountains, filled with the scent of pine and the sounds of my siblings’ laughter as we ran around on weekend camping trips. I would go back to teenaged days at the lake, feel the water against my skin as I gripped the tube white knuckled behind my dad’s boat. I would go back to dorm room nights, playing video games with my floor mates as we all ate giant slices of pizza and sipped on too many energy drinks knowing we would miss our classes the next day and not caring. I don’t want to go back to those places forever, but wouldn’t it be cool if we could go for a visit?