Desert dust and mud exfoliate some wounded part of me. And I traverse. A landscape I want to know me. Hearts. I think about hearts. The vastness of a desert, the expansiveness of Montana. It unfolds. Unfolds and winds me through, churns me in. Rolls me through high sandy sage brush hills. Slides me onto the divide. Pours me through rocky peaks. Rests me in that ancient glacial lake bed. And pulls, north, north, to the water. Saturating in a purple golden sunset. Clouds and light and water. A day. A journey. A feeling I cannot understand nor desire to run from.