desert in spring

EXCERPT from The Last Word by Jack Kerouac, 1959

"And all things vanished, what made of without being made into anything really, all things I then saw as unsubstantial trickery of the mind, furthermore it was already long gone out of sight, the liquid waterball earth a speck in sizeless spaces..."

notes: liminal drama in light and dark contrasts, fleeting floats of color in temporary bloom, evidence of time and sun - its beauty and burn, the backdrop of a far reaching horizon, and crunchy paths from here to there.