Memory of Jemez

Orion arisin on the horizon at five o'clock in the morning. Canyon walls still protect the midnight dark. Above them the crescent moon plays tag with Venus, followed by a lightning sky, birthing a brand new day. I walk on feet still too dark to see, moving silently through a fresh desert breeze from the west that flirts with your face and meets with the smell of breakfast just hitting the grill from the south. I'm on my way down to the Jemez General Store and the Los Osos Cantina, side by side they meet the day coming and going. Their lights just ahead and the night's silence is broken by newspapers dropped from a truck. I am witness to a perfect day, if only I could share it with the three who love to see Orion arisin.