a race with the sun
Sep 13
1 min read
Updated: Sep 15
I thought that waking up at 3:30 am would be plenty of time to arrive before the sun had swallowed the shadows whole.
It was 97 degrees at 5:43 am, the moon was setting slower than the sun was rising, or so it seemed.
When i found myself running barefoot across the imperial dunes at 6:58 am, i laughed out loud.
This is when i feel most alive.
Stalking an edge, this one migrating from wind and light.
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