“In the late of night, as in all desert nights, the Sun God rises in glory.Darkened mountains that guard the east stand still in contrast to the glow of His early light.  Skimming the peaks with shimmering neon whites, He pierces the jagged crest, sliding down solid molten rocks of old to warm them once again.  Stirring the dry and settled dust, He floods the washes with radiance until it covers the desert floor.There, awaiting His coming, a cluster of cacti casts its’ churchly shadow and a delicate desert bloom defies all odds as she bares herself in offering.”

(C) 2001 Jeanne Bonine