I met my sister in the West Texas desert last week.

Born from the same biological parents but raised many years apart with contradictory authorial reasoning,

we've somehow met in this vastly narrow middle.

From the back we look the same. From the inside we look the same.

When sitting across from each other sharing coffee over a view of the Milky Way 

(brighter than next-door headlights!)

we are nothing alike.

Except in all the ways we are.

 *

I shot only one roll of color film on this trip.

Most of them failed miserably, but that one picture of my sister 

peeking around the corner of her Easter Egg cabin on our last morning -- 

it's worth the drive fifty times over for the memories it packs in its punch and its purse.