You can imagine what I thought. The images that are conveyed beneath the bright redness of the mountains. It's enough to bring chills to your spine. The kind that make every hair on the back of your neck stand at once. Yet, the serenity that the moment brings is as beautiful as it is haunting. I wanna say you wouldn't understand, but what is truly fascinating, is that you would understand. But, I'm not one for dishing out compliments, just as I am for extending my arm out. It is what it is, as was that evening. I wonder how we arrive at this point and what lies ahead, as well as beneath.

Perhaps, I can see it now, winding through the canyons. The waters rush beneath, like an ever flowing oasis of dreams. At the surface, it all seems so attainable. But, it has been and regretfully will always be fleeting. But, I always think beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

So, as I drove that evening, all I could do is think. And now, here I am, lost in thought and wondering. The sun, so bright, created a mirage, much like the fleeting dream that has manifested itself within my soul. But, you knew that.

I used to love winter. Now, I absolutely hate winter.

With the dark cold wind comes the harsh realization of a life that is stuck in traction. It's one step forward, two steps back and very little hope in sight. And now, there are days where I can see inevitability and it comes in the form of a dark, cold wind.