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I hiked to a mesa where the wind doesn’t sound like wind. It sounds like a harmonica playing two notes off-key. I closed my eyes. For a second, I felt her. Sienna West.

If you go looking for Sienna West, don’t pack a GPS. Pack a pair of sunglasses and a loose definition of the word “there.” Searching for- sienna west in-

Tell me about your version in the comments. I think we’re all driving toward it. Next week: Searching for “Cobalt Midnight” in the canyons of Utah. I hiked to a mesa where the wind doesn’t sound like wind

But I found the color in the wing of a raven at sunset. I found it in the patina of an abandoned gas station. I found it in the space between a sigh and the next breath. For a second, I felt her

She wasn’t a person. She was the crack in the dry ground. She was the way the heat makes the horizon wobble.

I never found a sign that said Sienna West, Population: 1 . I never found a woman in a diner with that name.

A feeling.