Hiding From The Sun

The man with the guitar slung over his shoulder licked his parched lips and surveyed the scene.. Desert dryness. Thorny figures with outstretched limbs; Waiting. The heat-haze that quenches not. A Rattle snake. Vertical fingers of orange stone. Dust. A carcass. The man removed his hat and wiped the back of a dirty hand across his glistening brow. Hat replaced and with squinting eyes the man walked on...

You can't hide from the big ole sol!

nice!.... that'll cool you off for sure