Breezes turn out to be insistent and push outward in direction of a brand new season, the desert stretching from a quick springtime to the sting of extremes. Fortunately, the wind arrives and departs for a little bit of refreshment, as a prelude to summer season.

Spring is the gentle season, a interval of anticipation and restraint.

April remains to be too early for increased elevations, if one needs to keep away from late snowfalls and the freezing darkness of night time. With that, I stay for a time within the desert, figuring out that its unusual winds will suffice.

A factor of seasons and time, the cool air is silent and strikes with none predictable sample, because it ought to. Just like the midnight cry of coyotes, who vanish into sparse tree traces by dawn, the wind stays unknown.

Then the canines emerge.

Instantly, we hear the echoing laughter that mocks prey,

as cackles erupt and fade, at first,

within the close to distance after which past,

howls and shrieks transferring farther and farther into the mud of neighboring areas.

Silence returns.

Spring winds provide reassurance, softly, as night time creatures linger in reminiscence.