Letter From the Desert: That which looms

Gigantic ironwood tree, Palen-McCoy Wilderness

Listen: the coyotes are singing again. It’s a regular thing around here. I head out after dark, finding my way along five miles of dirt track by whatever light comes out of the sky, and they sing ten minutes after I start, and then again at the midpoint of my walk where I turn around.

For months now I have be…