Under the desert moon

Nothing like the vastness of the desert to make you feel close to your companion. Perhaps also it is the chill in the spring air. What more with me worrying about my mother in the hospital, and my not being able to immediately go back since all flights were fully booked. So we sat, bare feet in the soft sand, caressed in its warmth. And we talked. And talked for many hours. Untold stories for the last twenty years, unspoken words stuck in the throat all the while. Thoughts never discussed, feelings never revealed - they came out in torrents. Much like the sand sliding down the steep slope. Yes, it felt good. It felt warm. Not unlike being touched by the desert sand. And my heart went a flutter, losing a tiny bit of its coldness.