A picture in 100 words:
Lined up like sentinels, they were. The power poles against rose-fire sky. Plains expanding every which way around us soon dyed black as coming night; the poles sprang forth from the ground, no distinction in matter between the dark, rigid posts and that in which they were hammered. And high above, the bruised heavens roiled in shades of grey.
‘What a desolate place,’ Jude murmured. The silent vastness and layered sunset had overpowered us, stealing all but the stillest reserves of our voices.
I barely nodded, focus beyond the windscreen. Such unsettling beauty I’d not seen.
Forever existed, out here.