A freakin' awesome write. .. I can connect to the emotion you've thrown in every lines. ...
I know the pains of waiting for the monsoon, and I know the hunger of waiting for sunshine in the fog. I would pull apart all my leaves, my flowers, my stem to give you all my sap; to sustain you until April cries, or June kisses you.
I've become the laconic, astute wanderer above the sea of fog, that calls the Salar de Uyuni home.