Panoramic composite photograph by Wally Pacholka

 Perched on the warm hood of the car, four bodies squeeze close. Heads cocked high, faces skyward, the veil of dark interrupted only when headlights become searchlights along canyon walls, traveling back and forth descending the switchbacks. Spitters and spatters of blinking light smudged like chalk on a blackboard – tracing shapes with our fingers and reciting names of patterns learned long ago.

Colleen Schindler-Lynch

Panoramic composite photograph by Wally Pacholka