|Grant's Pass, Tucson, AZ - Fall 2012 - K.L.H. Tanoue|
Bright and clear, the moon rose overhead in the dusky sky as the rocks on the trail turned to shadows. Creatures rustled through the bushes as a pair of coyotes yipped over the nearby ridge. Your feet crunched behind me in the dusty gravel as we rushed to outrun the last lingering traces of day. Tall and silent, the saguaros towered overhead, pointing upward past the creosote bushes and the jackrabbits and the rugged buttes to the expansive desert sky as night sprang to life.