Desert Sunset
I sit in the warm sand and watch as the sun slides down the sky.
From bright to dark, stark to muted, bleached, coloured, black. The dark shadows marched across the beautiful landscape to destinations unknown.
The fierce glaring sun touches and finally slips below the horizon, and the world changes gear. For in the inky pools, there is movement; The furtive rustling of small creatures all around.
The burning daylight heat dissipates while the air smells hot. The stars twinkle above, the cooling night breeze sweeps passed with a calming whisper, and a scorpion scuttles noiselessly by my outstretched leg.
The night-time world is alive.
Now, the sacred land is owned by the new crew until the morning sun signals the slow reversal.
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