a little while ago i was reminded of some of the things i love about the schizophrenic valley i live in

understand i have a hate/love relationship to this place.. but every so often when i am really down on it - it does something to remind me of what i love..

I live in a small city... near one end of a string of small cities that follow the foothills of our mountains much of the length of our valley.. think of it rather like a string of beads, some shinier, some rougher than others.. ..the reason they were first put at the base of the mountains had to do with water availability in a rather harsh desert environment -and they are cities with city 'things' streets/traffic/crowding/sirens/dogs barking etc, etc

but every so often i am reminded how close the open desert really is.. tonite was one of those times..

i live on a fairly busy road, so i hear vehicles almost as white noise, we hear sirens a lot as we are an alternate route for them. so dead quiet is quite rare..

and in one of those very rare moments of stillness, just before dusk, i heard the coyote singing...

he made me smile...