God banged his wand against the mountains and out poured the city of canyons
like vultures. They don’t stray too far, instead they are on lockdown in the east
and the west, creating a scene of holiness alongside the catbrier.
The morning light and evening haze form a shadow of mystery that covers the
hills like a blanket. Only the afternoon is screwed, for it arrives too late for the
early crisp air yet too soon for the late night, heather clouds. It could be in luck, though,
for the world is changing as it always has and always will.