It’s 4am and the room is a sky without its little pockets of lights. My ears are filled with the vanishing rings of the steady beeps of the cell phone alarm. My body wants to sink into the softness of the bed and the walls and to watch everything become alive here in my bed. Across the room, a dark mound of sheets moves about which transforms into Danielle. She pushes her body up upon an elbow and asks, “Are you ready?”
The car feels as though it is shot from a canon. The tires burn against the asphalt of I-90 as it tries to outrace the rise of the sun. We leave behind Albuquerque, New Mexico with its beautiful big low hanging moon and move toward Bosque del Apache, a wildlife refuge that is home to tens and thousands of birds. The goal is to reach the resservation before the sun awakes the world and the land where the birds lie.
The car leaves the highway and its' wheels rumble over a road packed tight with dirt. The road can only hold two tightly squeezed lanes and running along side is a train track upon a mound.
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