Blinded as I peek,

Nudging my chin towards the nearest peak.

Childish movies flicker off screen,

My stretches met with a thousand sun beams.

Walls hug the wise orange sky,

Dusk-kissed stone gradually slows on by,

And I- seeing nothing new- 

Every summer when I was younger

My family would flock-

I send my last text, pause my TED Talk.

The outside world prostrates to the perennial red rock.

Bright eyes, first strides, car rides,

The sun sets on Sedona.

This land does filter out musty summer air. 

I'll patter on your rosy face again one day.

Sunsets define those seasons as it shone on mine.