I’m restless… the desert is calling me and I want to drop everything and run.

I’ve planned a dozen trips and still I pace in my house, on my porch, in the store. I hear the call and I wonder if anyone else’s wild spirit is hearing it call you?

The mountains of New Mexico beckon me with whispers in my dreams of running horses and purple skies…

and I wait, this restless soul making do with wild winds moving through trees and full moon dreams.


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