Primera

Dawn Breaks....the dusty particles float and sparkle, helpless among the rays of light spilling through the wooden slats. He shifts position to try and roll away from the bittersweet warming sensation of recall. Can't be that bad, limbs all intact and deep raspy morning inhale to ensure both lungs can reach capacity. La Pulga glares with one eye as he watches the Texacan complete this morning regime.... A new day.