cutekitty23

Not too far away from Page, Arizona is the semi-quiet reservation village named, Lechee. In the desert everything is bright and, alive in the morning. The cool breeze brushes gently against my cheek. The chirping birds and loud black crows fly high in the light blue sky. I then look down at the radiant pink flowers on the spiky cactus and in the distance I see weeds tumble across my path. The slight wind sways the top of the yellow yucca plant as specks of harsh sand hits my skin. Later in the day the bright sun reaches the high point of the afternoon. I can feel the warmth of the sun against my body. Staring at the beauty and, dangers of the