I sat in the morning sun, a soft glow coming in through the window
the cool morning air- the light cast me
a spring-like yellow
and the air was perfumed with the scent
of a new beginning.
It’s 6:15 a.m. in the desert– before the sun fully rises
and the world heats up,
I soak up the cool morning breeze
and the rest of the moon,
sitting low in the sky on the horizon.