A Tissue Full of Desert Sand

<p>It was pouring rain and the wind blew the water sideways the puddles dancing as though they contained invisible little dervishes.  It was impossible to see out the taxi window so I kept lowering it and sticking my head out to take in as much as possible before leaving this magical place. There was little time and I had gone through so much to get here.</p><p>I kept telling myself that it was better than nothing but was it? I had looked so forward to seeing this land that when stormy seas decided it was impossible I actually felt like going home. The trip was over for me.</p><p>My friend and I with two strangers found a taxi driver who would show us what he could. He was a kind man who spoke no English. At one point he stopped the car so that we could gaze at a rainbow. The rainbow lied weather only got worse.</p><p>It was time to leave if we were to make it back to the ship before it sailed. Through the rain and mist I saw something white… an image of a perfect white horse. </p><p>It wasn’t just the horse or location that affected me; it was as if he was looking right into my eyes and saying “Come I will show you all of Patagonia.”</p><p>I held my camera out the window and pushed the button.</p>