May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. … May your rivers flow without end … down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone, and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs … where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon the high crags, where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you – beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.
Edward Abbey, in Desert Solitaire; A Season in the Wilderness, 1968
Last night, there was a lot of walking. It took me thirty minutes to get to the state university from Katipunan Avenue because I refused to pay more cab money to go from the drugstore to the school. Instead, I braved the drizzle and walked. I’m a bit stupid sometimes. Walking alone in the dark is not advisable at all. A myriad of things could happen and we could be killed in an instant or at least severely hurt. But being alone could also mean seeing the world anew.
This is the view from the road. If it were darker, the stars would probably decorate this tree as well.