Another evening is announced by moonlit clouds fused to far-off crests that rise like a serrated ledge at the desert's edge. When those first explorers arrived, it must have been just like this-- that soft light of night filling the whole bowl of valley opening up in front of them, everything awash with its translucent touch. Gazing across this great lake to the emptiness beyond, how could those pioneers not have felt blessed by the promise such a vast expanse suggested?II
Tonight, I can see the streetlights of the city spread before me, the busy interstate unravelling into the distant desert as if in an effort to redefine this landscape, surely reshaping the view those early settlers knew so well. A plane's landing light flinches through cloud cover, descends over the dark harvest of homes and businesses that now crowd the flatlands below, somehow resembling the uncertain flight of a firefly as it slowly moves across frayed shadows of mountains.
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