Sunday, June 30, 2013


A cool breeze blows through the barren desert. Despite the chilly air, the rocky ground is still warm with the lingering heat of the already set sun.  As the wind rustles the bushes, the musky smell of creosote fills the air. The landscape looks hellish--the dehydrated lake and anemic plants contribute to the atmosphere of death. The inky, endless horizon is dotted with twinkling lights, the only indication that there is indeed intelligent life.