My Mind Wandered Through the Desert

20170826_105115The hill ahead was loose and steep, and as I moved alone through brush and cactus, the jagged scrub pulled at my pant legs. My mind wandered.
Tiny creatures tore at the cotton hems and threw their little spears into my calves. They heaved rocks at my ankles where the granite boulders settled beneath my soles. They whispered their advice, “The guys that do this often “pre-sand” their boots so that when more gravel inevitably gets into their shoes, they think nothing of the discomfort.”

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