Freewrite: Feb. 11, 2019

As the sun was going down I realized my energy was waning too. I sat overlooking St. George. The sun’s rays stretched across the mountains. As it sunk it became one with the earth, encompassing it in a hug. I sat and smelled the crisp air of night. The insects buzzed in my ear, but for once they weren’t a nuisance. Their simple presence was lulling and comforting. A native sound to the area, the chirps of cicadas, was comparable to the waves of the ocean. The naturality of the night was seared into my mind.