• peace, poesis & wild holy earth •
Out here in the rust and russet landscape of Utah, I’m taking a break from the afternoon heat by escaping with my husband into a tiny local café. Cold drink, lots of ice, wobbly ceiling fan — and in the distance, the rippling, pine-studded ribbons of sandstone cliffs beneath a hazy-brilliant, unbrokenly blue sky.
Best. Honeymoon. Ever.