Sagebrush. It loves the heat and it looks so grey, right. It loves the cold and it looks so grey, so very grey.

But it has a secret.

It’s really saturated with light, which it concentrates out of the air.

It takes great contrast for human eyes to see it, but to the sagebrush, pshaw, normal, you know.

149,597,870,700 meters from the earth (or about 149,597,870,700 of those sagebrushes up there on that hill above you), the sun is caught from the air, the way a spider catches flies, and springs to life, where there was otherwise only particles and waves passing through darkness. That means there are two suns. One made of hydrogen, and one a sacred plant that smells like split stone, right at the moment of splitting open.

Worth a bit of love.