Sometimes in the morning, once I've taken the girls to school, I come out here and go for a run.
The desert makes me feel solitary, remote, yet aware of my small place in the universe...
and filled with a sense of God's grandeur and presence.
Wait--aren't those the crones who squabbled over their all-seeing eye? It would appear Perseus has yet to give it back.
This little fellow is having a zen moment. Breathe in, guy. Hold it. Exhale.
I know. Feels good out here.