The colors sizzle vibrantly. It’s the edge of the world she looks toward. It is the edge of all she knows.
Brilliant blues stretch across the open skyline. They’ve crossed the state line in the car. The government sign said so. Everything they could take is in the trunk and back seat.
The woman gazes deeply into the horizon where a line of cinnamon baked mountains meets the universe out there.
She holds a camera.
