Sand whispers across the baron landscape, dancing into the hot air and twisting around itself dizzingly.

The sun, now low in the sky, has finished toasting the earth for another day and is setting the scene for a cold night during which only the haunting howl of coyotes and the melodic chirp of crickets will be heard echoing across the dunes and down through the canyons.

The skys will alight with mesmorising galactical sights. Stars popping against the pitch black sky.

Although there seems to be no life here.

There is life.

Quiet yet noisy.

Calm yet busy.

Desolate yet teeming.