Sleepy old sun.1
Here I am out hiking and you're barely pulling up over the mountains.2
OK by me. 3
It's still cool in the desert. The little birds scold one another as they decide whose turn it is to get breakfast. The air is fresh and clean. The breeze is a baby's kiss on my face...for now.4
In mere hours Apollo's chariot will blast this sinuous, dry land. Sunlight pouring like melted butter over everything...in everything...through everything. Walking will be a stroll through a pizza oven. Breathing a pain. The air will steals water you didn't know you had right out of your lungs.5
But for now...for now it's still cool. The nighttime blessing for the daytime curse. 6
My legs pull me through the sunrise. My heart pumps warm blood up to my head and down to my toes. The sage-scented air is easy to breathe. All the buzzing gnats that occupy me -- Am I good enough? Should I have done that? Did I hurt her? Why did she hurt me? Is there enough of me left to go around? -- all those whispers that try to paralyze me can't keep up with me out here. I leave them behind until there's just the path, the wind, the sun, and me.7
They'll be there when I get back, but it won't matter quite so much.8
It's OK, sun. Take your time. After all...you've got all day... 9
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