29 Jun 2022

Perhaps it is the resemblance to the skies of Arequipa and the colors — radiant, radiant, red. Blue. Drenched in orange and llama fur. Sometimes I pray I won’t have to save myself, that someone will vanquish whatever it is I thought was chasing me all this time.

White clouds on a blue sky backdrop drift over the top of an angular church building at golden hour, the shadow of the cross prominent.