Fuy

A clearing night sky and as the buttery Moon casts his between-the-clouds intermitant glow through the basement window this thought keeps me awake:
"The temperature will drop below freezing tonight and snow may blanket this high desert at first light, but Coyote will yelp through the night, and in the morning Cedar Waxwing will pluck soft crab-apples from the front lawns of abandoned homesteads."
I rob myself of the life I deserve by sleeping, not under a wintery night sky, but instead, under a roof of gypsum board, 2x4 trusses, and asphalt shingles.

I'm sort of wishing that I was headed some place like this over the winter instead of back to school. Rio Fuy, Lake District, Chile