It feels like an embrace, these red rocks that surround us. It doesn’t always happen, with cities, nor humans. But here, in Sedona, I feel it, like no time has passed. Like time doesn’t really even factor into the equation, just the warmth of its arms around me.

I’m watching the sun light up the rocks this morning. One of the things that I appreciate the most is the care of those living here. The houses are part of the nature. They don’t boast, nor distract. They exist within the beauty. Along. Beside. And maybe I love it because my mother always taught me to love like this, to find a love like this — and I have. A love that supports in the nature of all. A love, not eliminating the jagged edges, because love will always have them, but resting me within. Among. Beside. Without boast and distraction, just simply beautiful. 

One day after our 10 year anniversary, I once again forget about the time,  and nestle into the assurance of this embrace. Surrounded in rouge. The color of love.