I think that the desert fixed me.
I think that the climbing and scrambling up rocks, the wandering through a landscape straight out of a Dr. Seuss story with those funny Joshua trees and beautiful cactus skeletons, and all those deep, lightheaded, gulping breaths of dry desert air at the top of each mountain of rock somehow fixed my flustered, weary heart.
I am okay, I was always okay, I will continue to be okay. The desert just reminded me.
That's all. Here are some photos-