Editor’s Note: The following is the winning essay from the MVRP Moapa Valley Days contest. This was one of several who had entered the contest and hers was picked as the winner.
I can stand in my yard and see the hills and mesas for miles. (No trees to get in the way). The mornings are filled with the cooing and cawing of the doves. (I am positive some of them pretend to be crows). The day has a rhythm from the cool to warm to cool as the sun goes behind the hills. (Or as summer goes, warm to hot to hotter to relief as the sun goes behind the hills!) The people look and wave as you go by whether they know you or not. The jets above and the trains on their way remind me of a world beyond Moapa; a place filled with traffic, crowds of people and snippets of landscape seen between the buildings. A place far away from my home.
Sally Wirth
