Writing from the far edges of the American desert.
Dreams of a honey lit aspen afternoon Smiles full of laughter Trying to keep a straight face Lost in the reality of it… In the simplicity of your dignity and grace Coming off the mountain And meandering off the desert mesa With you nearly by my side On a sunny summer afternoon Singing folks songs… And I look back on it all And it all comes back to me In the moment By Nathan Cowlishaw
About 5 AM this morning I threw on Levis and Redwing boots and rushed into the early February cold before the hint of dawn. As I fired up the Jeep it was so frigid that I quickly retreated into the house waiting for the engine to warm up. The day before, after church, I drove into the desert to plow in four-wheel-drive through fresh snow and get a good scenic view of the aftermath of a big blizzard that had moved through on Saturday. After turning on a random dirt road, I drove about 50 miles cutting fresh tracks in …