Cowboy Sunrise

You rode off into the sunrise before the adventure had begun. You aren't much of a cowboy are you?

Leather boots pulled over jean cuffs as the morning dew nestled between the folds of leaves.

From the bed frame the tsth tsth tsth of spurs against worn wood floor boards faded away with the night.

You were gone with the pale moon and me at your back and the glaring sun reflected in your wrinkled eyes.