TO LACK COLOUR

Don’t try to tell me Arizona isn't beautiful.

blue skies smiling at me nothing but blue skies do I see blue days all of them gone nothing but blue skies from now on

-Ella Fitzgerald

Sitting in the grass on that hilltop the grass reached just above the top of my head, dipping down in the breeze to caress shoulders and tickle my nose. Engrossed in my book and the entrancing landscape of endlessly rolling hills and rolling clouds I forgot entirely one very important thing: I am allergic to grass. (it was a very itchy, sneezy, regretful dash back to the truck)

Greta also had an excellent day of sight-seeing. 

Lots of room to roam out here..

The sky seems to go on forever, an endless stage of joyous turmoil... clouds dance a rolling waltz overhead and underfoot there is a sea of grass (impossibly green) that, with dancing waves, mirrors the sky’s promenade. 

Sometimes you just have to spin around in a field of tall grass like an idiot. Sometimes the sun sinks down in the sky and leaves the whole world soaked in oranges and pinks so brilliant your heart could burst with it. Sometimes you have those moments, those tiny, gut-wrenching moments, when you lock eyes with your laughing friend and your face hurts from smiling and the wind sends the backlit golden grass into shimmering waves in every direction and you just feel alive. 

📷: @ashleydiscovers 

Ashley: Do model-y things! Put your hands up!

Me, confused: *holds onto my head like Nearly Headless Nick*

Sonoita is heartbreakingly beautiful. 

Sonoita in september

I miss Sonoita..