Our lives are shaped by who we love... (how it goes, or doesn't) if in the dark no one's voice is near because of and only: Sand, wind, time, waves. Between the corridors of Los Angeles and Denver - the crush of night, the stark of day - love and loss are as present as the deserts, mountains, valleys, and canyons we veer through... rivers or trails crossed...people and places missed or touched. Deciding who to love, or even - is not an option. Either one does, or one doesn't. Even the best of choices can fail, the best of plans can go awry. This is the story of our lives. To know the difference between death and morning is the secret of life. There is only the doing or the not doing. One must be led by the heart, the mind, the spirit. And one's God. Without these, surely we will break.