Most nights I feel like I've had the life sucked out of me.
My feet hurt. I don't feel like writing. I don't feel like anything.
At night I can hear the coyotes. I can't tell how far away they are and I've never seen one. But I know they are there. The noise they make is nothing like I've ever heard. It's not the deep howling romanticized in Westerns but a pained yelping that sounds like harmonious torture. They're high-pitched and I can't help but think they all sound female. Tonight one of the horses in the field next door whinnied loudly. I've never heard them make noise before. Then I heard the coyotes in the distance. A frightening juxtaposition.
My feet hurt too much to get up and look.
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