I had spent the past six hours driving through the desert darkness, heading east on a whim. Nary the moon or city lights left me to my car headlights for guidance and the landscape of dirt and succulent foliage was left to my imagination. There was light coming out from somewhere, somewhere straight ahead and the tops of mountains could be made out in the distance, flat and carved by dry winds blowing for since a time no man can honestly recall. Dark on even darker and nothing more.