View from a junk heap

A few miles into Lovell Canyon, past lines of Juniper trees loaded with berries, there was a junk heap. A junk heap, littered with condoms and broken microwaves, glistening with shattering glass, and from the rim of it: the most amazing view. The sky was a color my camera couldn’t capture. The wind was just cold enough to make you feel where you skin ended and the air began. There, on top the broken garbage and red dirt was an opportunity to lose ourselves in the horizon. And we did. We lost ourselves where the earth met the sky, breath after breath, until the sun set.

Simone