Beneath Still Waters

I am restless. I have itchy feet (not to be confused with cold feet) that crave to travel and wander about this earth. I miss the Grand Canyon tremendously, although, I don't understand why. Maybe it is the slower pace of life, the simplicity of the Earth combined with the immediate hustle of travel and tourist. I miss its quiet beauty, the splendor and richness of the colors of the soil and dirt. I miss doing something different, something that matters in a way that is unlike anything else. I miss the people, the friendly, but wary natives, co-workers who have come to the canyon to escape. I miss the darkness, the stars. I've never seen night like that. So expansive. So tremendous. It swallows you whole. I miss the heat, the humidity, the sleet and the snow. Who would have thought it could snow in the desert? I long to go back, to visit its edges, to stand in its grandeur, to see where the Green and Colorado rivers merge, to bask in the wondrous beauty of living, breathing earth.