Hello again, love. I am watching the sun rise before I bed down for the day, and the dawn light is purple, red, orange and yellow. It's beautiful in its way, but I don't think you'd like it here.
Stark is a word people use to describe the desert, but it isn't really accurate. There is a always a wealth of color and detail within arm's length--cactus, rock, varicolored sands and the strange fauna that skitter about, especially at night. And while it's true enough the detail disappears when you cast your eye further out, there is always something special to see, if you pay close enough attention.
I miss you.
I have to travel at night, both to escape the heat of the day and to avoid my pursuers. Why can't they let us be? I'll never understand how we are any kind of threat to them.
It's slow, traveling at night. It's almost completely black out here, and nearly impossible to see. I often stumble over rocks and the smaller variety of prickly-pear cactus, though I've so far avoided walking into a saguaro or plunging down a canyon wall. But you knew that....
A ritual I hold onto: as I scrape out a hollow in the sand to lie down in, I picture you lying there, almost as if I'm sculpting your figure. You are always sleeping, your palms together, hands under your cheek. A blanket of sand falls over your legs.
I think I'm recreating the last time I saw you. I'm so sorry I had to leave that way. I didn't feel like I had any choice, but I hated leaving you.
Every step forward is a step closer to you. According to my maps, I have only a day, perhaps a day and a half more of this scrubland before I'll need to cross the western pass. If I'm careful, and lucky, I can catch a ride most of the rest of the way north.
I dream of you.
Every night you come to me in the same way, gently shaking my shoulder. You tell me when it's time to rise. You tell me where to find water. And though I have maps, you guide me around obstacles and point out how the shape of the land can tell me which path to take.
I'm going to close. Hopefully I can get this into the mail after I cross the pass and come down into the valley. It's hard to know who to trust, but I've been lucky so far picking out sympathetic truckers.
Goodnight, my dear. I look forward to you waking me. Traveling like this isn't so bad. Having you with me night and day is all I've ever wanted, and I have it now, in a way.
I love you, dearest.
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