MOAB

"There's nothing that the road cannot heal."




My seasonal depression has arrived right on schedule and there's only one cure:

I'm going to a land of mysticism and romance,
of monoliths and moonbeams.
A place called Moab.
To dance with the lizards and coyotes.
With the stars in the heavens and a fire at my feet.
To commune with the desert,
to breath.