The dunes

The dunes still roll on without end.

Wave after wave of shifting grains.

Sparse desert shrubs still cling to their small place.

The path is still visible between them.

The sky stretches wider than the eye can hold.

Contrails fade, yet the sky remembers the path.

The long walk has continued since April.

Through the modules, the gates, the real-world zeros, the guitar, and the bench.

An earlier yes is not an endless one.

Presence still holds the seat.

Deep breath in.

And the long walk continues.

“And now these three remain: Faith, Hope, and Love. But the greatest of these is Love.”

1COR13:13

Authentically Photographed From

A Paddy Sham Perspective Monday, April 6, 2026 at 10:34 AM.

Let it stay → ∞ ❤️