A contribution by Marshall16
You and hundreds others race the setting sun home. Below the elevated tracks, bright sand dunes swell in the open spaces, growing and biding their time till they're big enough to swallow the abandoned suburbs.
Out the window, the desert seems endless, unconquerable. But green intrudes, and the desert succumbs first to cycads, then to creosote bushes, and finally to a young aspen forest. You're almost home.