The sun came peeking through the clouds, gently at first. Soon tiny rainbows dotted the inside of the car as the beams came pouring through the windows. The warmth glazed over my skin like a memory I forgot I was missing.
Red and orange rocks started to tower over us as we made our way to a street called Coffee Pot and a lane called Grounds. We emptied the car and claimed our rooms before cozying up on the couch to catch up on years of small moments, big milestones, and everything in between. Our lives were forever connected by 4 years of watching basketball and forgetting our birthdays, and somewhere in the years that passed since graduation, we became wives and mothers, businesswomen and homeowners.
We found validation in shared experiences, shared big unspoken dreams, and ate chips for breakfast. It was effortless. We chased sunsets in hiking boots, stepping over snow covered cacti while orange clay soaked into the souls. We sampled every cup of coffee that claimed to be the best and found ourselves coming back to the shop with tinctures on the shelves and locals tucked in corners. Our worry and fear, anxiety and stress, melted away in the spa and we lost ourselves in paperbacks.
There were psychics and moon stones, crystals and shamans, beautiful magic in vortexes and therapy in stargazing. Stories I might feel compelled to share one day will live carefully tucked away, feeding my soul when it gets weary. I didn’t expect the desert to be the place my cup would be filled, but I caught my breath in those mountains and as I gently tucked souvenirs in my bag, I vowed to not forget the feeling.
Until next time,
-T-
