usdm

My senior year of high school, my friends and I went out to the salt flats of the Great Salt Lake to watch an April sunset. We danced around on the crusted crystal salt, chasing clouds of brine flies and staring in awe at the sun, resting complete and red on the dusty pink horizon. I wore my favorite shoes that day, and the salt got into them in a real stubborn way. Despite my best scrubs, the shoes were forever altered, forever salted.