Trinity part 3

Morning breaks wide open and spills into the desert, into everything I can see through the windshield. Something about the size of the desert. It's huge and it's empty. It's violent and it's calm. It's dead but it breathes a silent knowledge. Age-old, but secret. Something real, but that I just can't understand. There are holes in the desert. There's also something wrong with history. It doesn't flow well here. Sometimes fast. Mostly dry and slow. Every minute is not the same and doesn't last as long as the one before.offee spills from my cup onto US80 and floods the Daniel Boone National Forest, Kentuck