There’s a chill in the air but once the sun has risen that will pass. My surroundings are tranquil, my body is tired. I keep walking. Beneath my feet the dry desert terrain guides me. The saguaro stands tall with age and wisdom. I feel his strength as I walk past. His tremendous will to survive out here in, sanctuary tucked away from civilization dry, dusty and blazing in the sun and all it’s power. The ground crunches with each step I take. It breaks the silence.