Nineteenth Day in America....

Two days later, on our way South to El Paso, we walked out into the desert a mile or two into a sudden mini sand-storm which came from no-where and mostly missed me but caught Andy half a mile away and I saw him disappear, I thought maybe forever, but he re-appeared later, disconcerted and blinded and stung and just as likely to be lost in future storms having always been inclined towards whatever leads you to wander too far from the road....