I FELT LIKE I should kiss her or hug her, but while I was still thinking she got in her car. I felt like I should thank her or crack a gag or say something profound, but while I was still thinking she said, “Cheer up. This is history in the making.” Then the engine started and she was gone.

I like it here. I like the way the red earth pulls the blue sky taut over the horizon and pins it behind the curve. I like it how the clouds live high and the scrub lives low and how there is not much in between except breathing space.