I came in late,
Barely awake fences greet along side a corral of dog chorus. The quiet still air of the neighborhood had the feeling of shades drawn.
This was it.
I would welcome the stranger of the desert and face the fear that had been clenching my jaw all day. Why did I come here? Who would I be in the morning once the sun exposed all I could not see the night before?
In the morning the chickens greeted me instead of the bickering barking alarms, and their small chips and chirps made me feel like I was belonging. I scratched the notebook in rhythm to them searching the dirt beneath their claws. I decided then and there that I too would scratch the dirt. I would find the parts of myself that had long been buried and forgotten.