There must be God
M aking my way through the canyon going towards the bay on a narrow twisted road. tall mountains on either side sprinkled with yellow wild flowers that take my breath away. Small patches of green cover the rocks here and there, contrasting with the tones of red of desert roses everywhere. No big trees to obscure the view of a sky unbelievably blue, adorned with all kinds of colors by a sun bidding good night, while submerging in the bay waters and making them shine so bright. The beauty of it... Sign in to see full entry.