In Baja California, I stumbled sleepily from an overnight bus as the sun rose over my first desert, silver in the morning light and white hot within the hour. Everything I had gone to Mexico to escape receded like a dream as I stood, mesmerised by the vast blankness and a peace that seemed tangible, a gossamer blanket of calm hanging over the cracked earth.
A Love Letter to the Desert
A Love Letter to the Desert
A Love Letter to the Desert
In Baja California, I stumbled sleepily from an overnight bus as the sun rose over my first desert, silver in the morning light and white hot within the hour. Everything I had gone to Mexico to escape receded like a dream as I stood, mesmerised by the vast blankness and a peace that seemed tangible, a gossamer blanket of calm hanging over the cracked earth.