This post comes from our blog intern, Aubrie!
The southwestern sun beats down radiantly upon the sandy earth. I bend down to pick a small yellow flower, careful not to graze any cacti nearby. I think to myself, “April showers, bring May flowers.” Yet, it is mid April and clearly the earth has not felt tears from the sky for months. In a world where water means life, the earth has still managed to find a way to thrive and display its detailed beauty. I place the bloom into the leather strap of my large straw hat. When I turn back up to the sun I close my eyes and feel warmth rush to my lightly freckled cheeks. I give thanks to the desert sun for giving me a break from the rain and in turn rejuvenating my body. When a gentle breeze rustles through my woven poncho, I know it’s time to stand again and continue roaming. How marvelous it is to be able to experience and appreciate a place so unlike my own home.