Thirteen years and I have now had the opportunity to hear rain on my tent in the desert in the Middle East.
My visor is down, not so much for the sun, but so I can watch my daughter in the mirror.
"Someone under stress and someone's looking pretty."
"I'll let him tell it."
"I hadn't slept in a week. I was weak."
Head snaps up, brows furrowed.
"I know you are a man of honor."
Eyes wide, imploring me to explain, hands raids - palms up - questioning.
Teaching Fantasy writing brought fresh excitement for both myself and my students - until we realize it is work, and then we set in to do it.