Breathing, I watch the orange sky slowly turn to blue
The sun is flooding the land
It's already hot
A breeze tosses my hair
I push it behiind my ear
Desert animals stir
I shield my eyes from the ravage sun and turn around
Only to find a squirrel
Searching through my bag
He sees me and stops
I put my hand out slowly
He hesitates, looks back
Then comes towards me cautiously
I have an acorn for him
He grabs it quickly, hurries away a little
And looks back again, as if to say thinks
Then he scampers off
I smile
I don't feel so alone now
Life is a little more liveable
Happiness a little more attainable
The sun is up now
Intensifying the heat
I gather my hair messily
A breeze cools my neck
I hug my knees
Sitting, waiting for the coyote