California. A wasteland of yellow sands.California. by DrTJSullivan
I failed to see the beauty in it, for I was used to the lush, green rain forests of Brazil that made my home base for so many years. I found more beauty in the City, even, I thought of the pristine buildings and clean, well-designed streets of being much more attractive than its desert sibling.
Yet today...I look at the setting sun here, on the roof of my beat-up van, looking just as beat-up myself, I just realize the beauty of it all. In the dunes and oddly-shaped rocks, in the cactus trees and the weeds, in the piles of metal scraps and the cracked gravel road, in the cars that looked worse than mine and the loud, mentally deranged Killjoys driving it.
The Zones are far from perfect. But imperfection...
Imperfection makes it so beautiful.
And I just realize it now, after I lost many, many precious things...My friend, my student, and my lover...
...Perhaps, after all of that, it is not too late to turn over a new leaf?