Isabella Cox

Short Walk

​I walk into the dark. There is cool air that is welcomed after the red, hot air from the day. It's a short walk. It's only to the bathroom. But this cool air and this darkness makes it feel longer. Vast like the darkness. Stretching out as the mesa. In this sky of darkness there is only the dog that guides me. We feel as the only ones out here. We leave footprints in the red dirt. That is only seen by the little light sneaking out from the door's gap and gaps between the logs. We make little sound apart from the shifting of the dirt. We are little. Little like the stars. Perhaps in the grand scheme of the world we would be the little stars that could only be seen with a super telescope. But on this dark night in the cool air all I care for is this walk.