‘What makes the desert beautiful,’ said the little prince, ‘is that somewhere it hides a well…’
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
The Little Prince
Thunderously quiet, hot as hell, whipping wind, dry thirst. Desert places haven’t held much appeal for me – coffee shops and familiar home-base my preferred territory.
But life sometimes pushes us onwards and downwards into desert places anyway – and cycling between resentment and acceptance I come to see that there’s beauty to be found there.
Perspective. Silent music. Deep roots. Hidden wells.