LIGHT

Zana closed her eyes as she stood on the edge of the canyon. The wind pushed through her long brown hair and she felt the cool refreshing breeze kiss her face as the river rushed and surged beneath her. She took a deep breath. She could smell the dust of the ground and the clay-like soil. She stood there painting a mental image of the canyon. In her picture, the ground was a vivid red and the sun cast spots of light dancing in sliver incandescence onto the silver ribbon below her.

Then the rain came. She smelled the wet earth and the dampness of the air. She tilted her head upwards and let the cold rain fall onto her face and stream down her neck. She felt the droplets bead on her nose, lips, eyelids, and cheeks. She stood there for a moment and let nature soothe her tired body and mind.