Oh how I could use a sunset in the sage...
Where noise only emanates from a few things, like sparrows and nighthawks, a gentle breeze. Or a pack of coyotes, howling in the distance, just over the ridge from the tent. Commotion knows no name here.
It does, however, know its name here, at school. But I am grateful for that. I love it here, regardless of how much I miss Montana. Plus, time away will only enhance the emotion of returning. I look forward to that day.