Location: Sonora Pass, heading West on 120
The sun settled on the hill, through the trees in the wake of our journey home. Into the mountains Arizona and I trailed in her prius through the melting snows where the flora grows. The dirt side of the mountain pass encapsulates the sky while the ridges break the rays of the sun. Overlooking the passersby, the rocks change colour under the closing day. Some browns and reds linger through the green. The roads are winding in an everclear branch of my mind. 130 miles to go.