Leather Shoes

_____This is the very first thing I wrote on my "Leather Boots" project last year in creative writing. I didn't find it until now when I was going through a notebook that I've been doing another project in...

The desert is where it is soft and familiar.
Out among the trees and chill, the desert is tough and unyielding.
I walk through the rocks and I trudge through the mud. The desert is thirsty,
but through all of the cracks of wear, the water runs too quickly.
I was thankful I had found the desert again before I left.
For a long time, it had lain hidden beneath canvas.
Beneath plastic and rubber, and beneath dark cotton and polyester.
I found it in a cardboard box wrapped in thin woven strings.
The desert warmed as it sat in the sunny warmth by a blue and red fire.
Light flickers a hazy hot orange around the edges, and brown shadows hide cool air.
Singing raises and lowers the moon. The desert's land laughs, softly trembling with the strings of a late-night guitar.
The player looks up to the stars, and the voice from deep inside fades with time.
Canvas zippers close. The moon lowers.
The desert is left outside while the world sleeps.
When the birds come back again, the desert will see the world.

_____Now that I've finished the class, I can see many things that if I were to completely re-do it again, I would change, especially the blatant describing of things - "Light flickers a hazy hot orange..." But even though this is one of the first projects I did in that class, I'm actually quite happy with it. I like the ideas put in this more than my final "Leather Boots", even if my writing is... odd.