I wondered if I should write down what I spoke about tonight down on my xanga. But I shalln’t. I want to stay up all night just to see the sky change colors. I want to run away and walk in the heat of a dry place, the dust blowing around my legs, my camera bag on, and a nalgene on my hip. I want to take pictures in a place where the kids smile and run and play. To take the pictures back and tell stories, to make people smile, make people long, and even make them cry.