There was something so mystical about the desert at sunrise. He wanted so much for his fiancée to see it, to feel the same emotion that he felt every time he came here, so he woke her up early and brought her here in his van.
The gentle, constant wind moved the dunes in a fluid graceful motion. The morning sun turned the base sand into gold. It took his breath away every time.
He turned to his fiancée. She was yawning and staring at the phone in her palm. He’d hoped there wouldn’t be any signal up here, but clearly, there was a mast or a satellite somewhere that meant she could still get access to her social media.
He realised suddenly how incompatible they were. She was determined to close herself off from the beauty around her. If she couldn’t appreciate this glorious view, how could she understand him?
He looked back on their time together. They’d met at college; their parents were friends at the country club. They’d been thrown together but he realised that she was more interested in spending her rich parents’ money than spending time exploring the world with him. She was materialistic whereas He saw wealth as a way of making a difference and giving something back.
He’d had doubts for a while, now he knew, the wedding was off.
He put his foot on the pedal, The van bounced along the dirt road, running like an arrow across the desert, towards home.