When a man decides to face the desert, to challenge that wretched span of God's handiwork, he puts something on the line....like as not it won't be man's skin doesn't make it out of the desert. It's something else. And sometimes a man makes it out whole, but carries something back. Something meant for elsewhere.And if he makes it out, even flees across the sea, what then? What of the life he tries to make and the people he chooses to love? Green grass...