An earnest traveler
embraces the cold morning breeze and watches on. In the distant horizon a ring
of gold emerges from the labyrinths of the underworld; shinning and shimmering,
sounding a beacon of hope; encompassing the over-whelming darkness all around.
Fissures open to its warmth, gorges come to life with its radiance and from a silent murmur, ancient
rocks break into a symphony of love. With a shimmy to the left and then to the
right, with a shimmy in the front and then to the back, the Badlands wake up to
the dance of the morning light!
