The spirits walk here. I walk here too, wandering on the slickrock, dreaming, remembering, taking pictures. I tell the spirits this is right where I need to be, and they tell me to wait. Be patient. I left this place once before and I came back, older, wiser. I realize I never did actually let go, as this place had never let go of me. I am back, but am I ready to return? The journey is so long. I keep moving forward.