The desert is actually pretty beautiful. Sometimes I like to play Moses, and trek out to the desert with nothing in hand. Just me and the rolling dunes. I am reminded of how insignificant my problems when I'm dwarfed by the surrounded shifting mountains, I feel small, well, smaller than usual. My worries are lighter when I'm there, when the wind isn't blowing my direction, I throw them and they sail away.
There's a song by Bob Dylan that talks of how a hard rain is gonna fall, like something is going to happen. In that song he speaks of dead oceans, and sad forests. Well, the saddest forest I've ever come across is the petrified forest. It's near the outskirts of the city, it's the remains of once was there, fossilized wood, one can only imagine what was once lush and green is now dry and dead.
But it is beautiful, the desert, it's desolate. It's huge, it's unbounded in its horizon, only limited by how far your eyes can see. You feel as if you defied time itself, everything seems frozen and there you are by your lonesome in the middle of towering golden waves. It's pretty out there.
Moses of Arabia