The ending of a day felt like an awakening. As the sun crept nearer to the tops of the mountains, our spirits were lifted. The temperatures dropped. The chaos quieted for several hours as we sat together and ate, and talked, rested, and prepared to venture forth into the unknown... the deepest reaches of the desert. The adolescent moon, dimly present during the day, now began to come into her own and glow, shining down on our city, casting her pale shadows.
Such a time was magical. Full of promise, wonder, speculation. What adventures will we find?, we seemed to say to each other, as we smiled and laughed, huddled around our bowls of beef jerky and pita bread.
Who will we meet?
Will we dance?
Will we get to the place, far from the city, were light no longer exists? Where we cannot hear the droning rhythm of our human race? Where we will begin to wonder if we are instead on a distant planet?
The moon rise brought us a sense of wonder I had not felt since I was a child.
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