the third..........

and so it begins again, five days in, dusty roads and mild weather, fair and mild, a recipe, the dreaded words have been uttered,"i want to go home", followed closely by giggles and laughter, hard to tell what is real, interpretation mostly, the services rendered as of late have come up mostly short, one could grow tired of that real quick like, the sound of loved ones breathing in the desert night erases most everything....................