SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
sometime around the beginning of May
To: You, dear heart.
Hello darling! We are writing to you from the middle of Nowhere. It is very dusty out here, I think half the desert is in my hair. There are many notable sites - rusty little villages and fields full of Saguaro cacti, many of them taller than my second-story bedroom window. I walked up to one the other day, just to compare our heights, and found myself startled by a small bird that flew from it’s cleverly hidden nest inside the cactus plant.
We spend most of our time driving through these no-man’s lands, dancing to the beat of our own drum.
Sending you so much love from the road…
Zoe (and Ollie too).