The Canyons Song

The sun bore down on the mans shoulders. His face almost seemed leather; wrinkled, tanned, and even scarred in some places. The long days and weeks he had spent in the desert shown. His boots crunched the burnt dirt as he pounded ahead. The mans beard was bushy and swung with his ponytail.Everything in the world that was his rested in his leather rucksack. His pack was made of an old leather and a scoped rifle hung from it, swinging with his movements.

The canyon walls sang with the sounds of the rushing water below. He looked around through a squint at the beauty that is this world thinking of how lucky he is to have seen so much of it. He had been walking in the blistering heat all day. 

Then he heard it. The singing of a man beyond compare. It was the single most beautiful voice he had heard in all his life. It rang from every wall and shook his bones. He froze midstep and simply listened. For a moment he craved the one thing he did not have. Companionship was the one thing that was missing from his life. He did not regret this, but he did crave it. Slowly the song drifted away its echo still sounding. The man continued smiling at how lucky he truly was to have heard the song before stepping off on his journey once again.