Visions of the end may secretly seduce our thoughts like water sinking into water, air drifting into air, clouds may form, when least expected, darkening the glass of self, cancelling resemblances of what we are. 

Even here, while summer sunlight falling through the golden folds of afternoon brightens up the air, we mark our progress by hour much we leave behind. 

And yet, this vanishing is burnished by a slow melodious light, as if our passage here were beautiful because no turning back is possible. 

It is our knowledge of the end that speaks for us, that has us weave, as slowly as we can, and elegy to all our walks. 

It is our way of bending to the world’s will, and giving thanks.

~Mark Strand

Etched in wall at Gallivan Utah Center

The Santa Fe Club is still open and operating. Claims to be one of the oldest operating saloons in Nevada.