Every morning I wake up and turn over to look towards the sun. Eyes blurry from sleep I stumble out of bed and drink black coffee until I’m alive again. My favorite place to live lately has been out of my Subaru. Jumping from one desert landscape to another and eating chicken cooked in tin foil over a fire. At night I walk around when the coyotes are howling, and I search for answers to mysteries I know i’ll never really solve. When I was young my inspiration came mostly from my dreams, but now it arises in the stillness of a moonlit sky illuminating dusty canyon walls, and hot embers crackling and dying out before I go back to sleep for the night.