Resplendent Respite

On the one hand, to write about yesterday's adventure would diminish it, since any penned description will be quite inadequate.  On the other hand, not to write about it would also cause some of its splendour to be lost as well.  I will try, fruitlessly, to capture its essence in words.

Herself, her Beloved, her cherished friend, and I drove out to a geologic point of interest - Kilbourne Hole, New Mexico.  The roads were rough but the Jeep handled them effortlessly.  The volcanic rock and the sandy soil were weathered into various interesting shapes and held small colorful stones.  There was silence broken only by the sound of the flies and an occasional vehicle passing by.  They poked about in the rocks, had lunch, sat comfortably in the shade.

It was a glorious reprieve from It All.  All ordinary thoughts and worries were displaced by the quiet and the tranquil landscape.  Only the movement of the shadow of the tarp showed that time was passing.  Herself wished for profound and meaningful things to say, inspired by such a serene environment, but could not muster a single complex thought, for her brain was resting. 

It was a much-needed respite.  Blissful.  Peaceful.  Comforting. 
We returned refreshed, but with a sense of loss for having left the Hole. 

We'll go back someday. 

See how nature - trees, flowers, grass - grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence.... We need silence to be able to touch souls. - Mother Teresa