"The sky is striking in clarity. Not a cloud in it. The desert is silent except for the occasional animal call and the sound of my shutter clicking. The wind alternates between warming my skin with its touch, to arrousing my senses with a cool breeze. The full moon shows off her landscapes of grey and white, while the world is silent underneath her silver glory. The stars are veiled in their brazen moon. And the world waits, a held breath to the pulse of life. An underlying current of energy waiting and watching for the silver mirror's image to break. Funny to think the whole of it will be dark and itself overtaken. Blinded out by the daylight's shadow
