The Silence of Monument Valley

Some places need no words. Monument Valley is one of them.

In summer and autumn, I'm travelling alone through the USA. And then I stand here. The sky turns

blue, the rocks still glow red. No agenda. No noise. Just me and this endless expanse.

It's a kind of solitude that doesn't feel lonely. It's loud inside me and quiet around me. I listen, and

suddenly everything is clear.

Deserts are my teachers. Back at the campfire in Australia, I learned: in silence, I hear my heart best.

Here, between these rocks, I feel it again.

I don't want to lose moments like these in a mess of photos. I want to keep them, privately and with the

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