In my youth, I bought that stamp. That night, I dreamed: Alone, I wandered through the desert, and saw the scene the stamp portrayed.

By Vivian’s call, I journeyed to Arizona’s flowering cacti— A dream made real before my eyes.

Yet at night, my feet pressed desert earth— Its touch more vivid than any bloom. For I had walked through fear, and found my dream.

And so another year has passed— I have grown..