Walking through the desert with mountains ahead. The heat is oppressive in midsummer, light and heat shimmering off the ground. The land is quiet; the animals are asleep in the afternoon heat. Through paths and washed out ditches we walked, looking for some kind of prize to take home. The earth lent up small gifts here and there, more for those who knew how to look.
Rock in ground resides
Mighty fortress strong and true.
Water moves and shapes.