Driving through the desert on my last night, I stopped on a road that seemed to stretch all the way to the distant mountains. The sun was sinking behind them. I was alone and not a single car passed, not a soul to be found for miles. It was just me, the dust, and the asphalt, under the last light of the sky that opened to the heavens. I ran up and down the road, under the spell of the gradient glow all around me. The sun was gone now, and the land silhouetted. I stood next to my car and looked as far as I could toward the horizon, I said thank you, and left.
