Arroyos
The smell of a creek....the smell of mulefat, alder and sycamore. Some of the things that need no words to describe. They speak for themselves and the places they trace.
Arroyos are the veins running through an arid land, bringing water and life to an otherwise dry landscape. And they are like timekeepers, beholding winter rains that, in time, run dry again. And again and again. But sustaining all the while....flowing at their own pulse and rhythm.
Here's to Arroyos, those places that live within. Enjoy.
