There is something about sleeping on the flat desert floor,
just scrubby sagebrush, rocks, and thorns around,
and a big, wide open sky.
A crescent moon
shone between the clouds,
and a few raindrops pattered down,
but the parched earth extinguished them
before they could even settle into droplets.
The silence was big, even just a mile or two from the city.
A jackrabbit flashed his tail and coyotes yipped in the next valley over.
As I lay looking up at the stars, the desert took me in,
enveloped me, and the rest of the world seemed far away.