There's something about waking up in the desert air in spring that makes life worth living. The flowers have begun to bloom, the coyotes are out in full force, their yodels reverberating around the empty landscape, forcing the country dogs to join in the haunting tune. The sun hadn't shone above the horizon, for I get up far earlier than she, so the only light emitted from my bedroom window was that of my cell phone, merrily jarring me awake from a restful slumber.
The Writing huntress
I hunt. I write. I wear what some consider an unnecessary amount of camouflage face paint.