Sunsets grab me by the heartstrings, every single time. I crave watching the landscape as it changes colors. The cliffs and plateaus go from red to purple to velvet blue. The sky changes from pink to lavender in the east. Magenta to fluorescent orange and then copper and red in the west. No two are ever the same…
The antelope come out to graze, leery of the predators who are coming out now too. The full moon rises over the mountains, big and bright. A coyote howls in the distance. A hoot owl soars overhead looking for dinner. I take a deep breath. I take it all in. I don’t want to go but it’s time to head home. I leave the dirt road and turn onto the pavement towards the last light and oncoming traffic. The moon is behind me. Just another memory. It’s someone else’s moment now….
Nomadic Farmer 