April 1, 2007 

The Arizona sun is burning while I overlook the desert. The cacti have a beauty of their own as they stand tall to guard.

In the distant I hear the call of a bird.  I don’t know its name. It doesn’t matter.Every once in a while he calls out.   The mountains surround me closely. I feel safe in the canyon. Although the occasional hiker passes by, there is a peace and quietness that can only be found in nature and sometimes in our own mind. These moments are precious and to be treasured. I wish I could stay but I know it is time to go on my way.