This is the language of color, and it needs no sound to tell a thousand tales of life in this place.
It is a language of listening and looking. Only the poets have truly translated it for human ears.
To find it, we listen at the edge of our hearing. There we discover a space between the faintest of audible sounds.
That is where the supernatural becomes natural, the sacred silence of the Native Americans and the idiolect and oratory of the Earth.
Photo: Sunset over Los Tornos. Courtesy of the author.