To the East the sun slowly rose and flooded the Mojave with an orange glow that held the promise of adventure and possibility. The sky lightened, the underside of clouds began to shine a brilliant golden-yellow, and the plants blazed in those first rays.
Is there anything more magical than a sunrise? The earth is quiet while people sleep soundly in their beds. The birds wake up and begin their hunt for breakfast. They hop from branch to branch and then scratch around in the loose soil of the desert. The bugs come out and fly around looking for something to nibble on and become breakfast for the birds. Life goes on.
Wind turbines stand tall in the early morning waiting for Mother Nature to do her thing and send some air racing past their blades.
When the wind comes the blades hum. They hum a deep earthy hum, one that sounds like a far off stampede of wild mustangs, and the air vibrates to the thrum, thrum, thrum, of the blades.
Palm Springs is out there in the distance but it seems like it’s a million miles away. Sometimes you just want to feel like you’re a million miles away from everyone else. You need to watch some bugs, listen to the birds, and be inspired by people who care about such things as renewable resources. You need your faith restored.
For as harsh and unforgiving as the desert can be it also holds the possibility of hope. Our Mojave, which is the closest desert to where I live, holds within it vast tracks of land, renewable energy wind farms, and groves of dates. It also holds these creepy abandoned places that I find endlessly fascinating. It holds extreme temps and Joshua Trees. It’s maybe not the most beautiful place in the world but, caught at the right time, it can be like a ray of light – absolutely stunning.
What’s your favorite desert and what’s your favorite part of it?