Observing the trees in the desert, I am invariably struck by their remarkable resilience. Along the desolate pathways, buffeted by fierce winds and relentless sunlight, sparse patches of colored grasses take root, with trees standing steadfastly as friendly beacons for solitary travelers navigating the barren terrain.
The road leading from the Mojave Desert in Nevada to Las Vegas is a desolate thoroughfare, with few passing vehicles and an interminable sense of isolation. Amid the bustling sights of Las Vegas, the vista from atop the Eiffel Tower at Paris Las Vegas of scattered buildings amidst distant mountains lingers in the memory, in stark contrast to the city's dazzling extravagance.
