Desert

There's something very biblical about the desert.  It's where the prophets go and sacred rituals take place.  It's Native American and peyote visions and cacti and red mountains.
The desert is where people go to retire and play golf.  The heat heals aching tendons and the land is flat and vast, except for towering mounds of sedimentary rock.  It's quiet and distant.  A light breeze whistles.
Going to the desert is a task.  The highway lanes are wide and empty.
Coleman, who we always called Norman, who lived next door to us in the desert, who gardened and swept his front door's curling pathway, isn't here anymore.
In the desert, you come and go.  It's cyclical and never-ending.