Desert Wildflower

I am truly at home in the desert, the arid heat blistering my skin and the sun causing my eyes to squint. Little comfort can be given to the wanderer in a place like this, but the lucky few might come across a splash of color amid the rocky crags. A single white desert bloom pushing up through a crack. Not an optical illusion but a sharp reality against the scars of wind-blown sand. The bloom defying logic having survived drought, wind, and loneliness. It's fragilness making the wanderer's hand caress it tenderly and then hold the bloom with a sacredness. The beauty of this bloom speaking to the soul, reminding it of the vast wholeness of everything where everything belongs and can find the strength to grow up from the sands of ash.