Mooncast Desert

I spent another night in the desert. This time on a more quiet scale. No music, just human voices, laughing and talking, debating and by the end of the night yawning.

It was a dinner I had attended a la bedoun style. Once again with my side-kick Desert Girl we headed into no man's land.

I walked out into the darkness, away from the getoun tent and neon lights, taking in the stillness of the land with the cresent shaped moon casting its white, ghostly light on the sand. The milky way along with big and little dipper were all visible. It was breathtaking and quite humbling. In such silence and vastness one defintely feels small, yet bigger, in the sense that a direct connection is being established with those that have been around for a multitude of milleniums.

I would love to spend the night out in the open desert, by myself.