She counts the foxes, ground squirrels, lizards, and rabbits that scatter from the path ahead. She glances down at the toes of her favorite boots, which were once her mother's, and notices the places they're worn. She breathes deeply, inhaling the smell of a southwestern morning and can almost taste the coffee that is surely waiting for her back home on the ranch.
My other self dresses like this:
...and lives here:
...and she's certainly one fabulous, rough and tumble, fashionable lil' lady!