The desert silence held ancient whispers…

The sound of the wind brushing over the sand…

Pulling the grains above the warm earth…

They pierce the plants that rise above eye level…

Filling the air with a symphony of swishing and pitter patters…

The lonely cry of a lonely coyote calling for its long lost mate joins the canopy…

The swish of a wing rises to join the growing noise…

A slither of a king cobra wrangles in the tast of its dawn prey…

A single set of footprints lead away from the rising sun, turning towards the vast orchestra of the desert…

Tuning in to the noise turns the art block to inspiration…

The writers dull words suddenly turn to bright shining stars…

Sorry, I haven’t written much!