If there was anywhere he’d rather be… well, there wasn’t. He enjoyed the little things most, the way the sky would turn blue and pink at that perfect moment before the sun fell behind the rocky mountains. The scurries of desert mice, the cries of soaring sparrows, the whistles of the wind. However, there was nothing he loved more than his horse, Luna. The sky, the mice, the sparrows, and the wind, paled in comparison to the joy he felt when on her back.

There was no place he’d rather be, because her back is where his heart was. And with his heart, his home. The desert meant nothing if she was not there with him. And so, in the middle of this forgotten desert, among the cacti, sand, and heat, was the happiest man on earth. Sweating under layers of clothing, losing weight and dizzy from lack of food and water, he smiled. The sun crept below the mountain, and the stars began to twinkle against the dark blanket of the night. “Luna,” he whispered, and pointed to the moon. “You are beautiful in every form.”