I walked the great pinnacles, and found refuge from the wind in a cave at one's top. I stared down at my photographer friend, who clicked away at the base for a half hour. He looked lonely and wondered where I had gone off to, and left for Burbank. Sunset came after hours, and I watched the valley below, and the shadows of the great pinnacles drawing longer and longer, until the night sky was pitch black. It is in places like this that people claim to see UFO's, gods, angels and revelations.
Dirt smells like dirt anywhere.
The Earth, and all of its life, are nature's last stand against chaos in a relatively barren, dark and cold universe.