I was blind all the time I was learnin' to see

Tapestry in the Desert. I came across this canyon wall after a long hike, feet and legs feeling heavy, shoulders aching from a heavy pack. I removed pack, shirt, opened a water bottle and slid down with my back up against the base of hot, red, varnished sandstone. Desert varnish, from iron and mangenese sluicing down over a couple of million years. It felt like a hot stone massage and when it would cool off under my skin I would move over to where it was sun baked so I could have that heat enter my weary body again. I could find this place again, I know I could.