Moving slow and safe. New places seen a new. Heating up. Long stretches of an arid land lie ahead. Dangerous out here alone. What torturous agony. Poked by Agave, clawed and entrapped by Catclaw. Can’t go forward can’t go back. Swarmed by bees. Over two dozen stings. Eye swollen shut. Off route and stuck in hell. Let me out! Two feet away – the route. Back on track. Heaven. And tonight, sleep beneath the stars. Diamonds
of light cooling and soothing. Rest. Sweet bliss.