I heard my son’s voice bounce like a ping pong ball about the ancient rocks. Reverberating free and carelessly.
Unaware of it’s significance he played gleefully on the cool pink sands of the alien desert escape. Racing up steep dunes with winged feet. His grin bared in delight.
My daughter joined him. Wild and fiery her tiny voice filled the ancient valley. Her laughter roared up its walls and coated them with her spirit.
They joined a thousand hearts who have passed through these natural passages.
