"I missed you too, J"
"I missed your red sand, your blue skies, and your mysteries, mesa."
"I missed the way you lay on my earth, looked up at the sky, and whispered how you were between the two things you love the most, J."
"I said that because I love you so, mesa."
"I love you too, J."
It's been thirty years now I've walked my mesa, learned its secrets, shared my life with its seasons. I've learned about life here, about communion with nature, about letting go and coming back.
Happy Anniversary, my beloved mesa. Here's to thirty more years.