GoddessChapter 11 Zion
THE TOWERS OF THE VIRGIN were a deep orange red at dawn the morning we arrived after driving up the Interstate from Las Vegas. My breath caught in my throat and I pulled over without speaking. We got out to join the company of others worshiping, there's no other word, something holy. We heard quiet voices and the soft rattle of camera gear, but mostly people were silent in the face of such beauty. Persephone put her arm around my waist as we stood quietly. Out of the corner of my eye I saw...