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Our hero Kyle is taking heroine Sin for a spin down the spine of the desert southwest’s Monument Valley at day’s end…
The warm dry air was perfect; the few shredded clouds racing across the
horizon were being painted with raspberry chalk by the sinking sun, each water droplet
refulgent with rainbow potential. As they raced toward the crest of the valley, the
paintbrush of light changed each curve of vapor into a progressive stroke of tint,
rotating around the color wheel as the angle of the sun shifted with each passing
minute, pale salmon into orange into pink onto mauve. As they reached the back road
plummeting toward the San Juan River and Mexican Hat, Kyle pulled into a widened
area on the highway’s verge and turned the nose of the Enfield to face the mammoth
buttes spread out across the vast expanse of land between them and the horizon.
Now silhouetted against the brilliant pallet of pastels into deepening purples,
the enormous stone structures looked even more dominant, each shape an example of
what time, earth and weather can do to various densities of sand and rock. Most cut a
figure, a flat-topped mesa, sheer walls cascading down to gentler inclined tumbles of
rocks sloping to the flat valley floor below.
They both remained fixed to the padded seat of the Enfield, the ability of speech
stolen from them by the splendor of the display. As the sun sank below the horizon and
the splash of clouds trailing across the sky morphed into their final shades of violet
to purple to grey, Kyle and Sin sat frozen in a stupor of transcendental wonder.
“No matter how many time I see it, I’m left speechless.” Sin whispered, as though in
prayer, into the fading light.
Available June 2011 through MuseItHot Publishing
Book Cover by Delilah K Stephans
Sinclair MacTavish ruled the world of motorcycle mechanics able to repair anything under the Four Corners sun. But when a cynical, road weary Brit crashes through the door of her garage, she’s in for more than just another cantankerous client. He may be the challenge of her life.
Author of Shadows Steal The Light
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