Searching For- Sienna West In- ✭

A feeling.

She is in the dust on your boots. She is in the last sip of lukewarm coffee. She is in the West that exists only in the rearview mirror—fading, gorgeous, and gone before you can name her. Searching for- sienna west in-

If you go looking for Sienna West, don’t pack a GPS. Pack a pair of sunglasses and a loose definition of the word “there.” A feeling

But I found the color in the wing of a raven at sunset. I found it in the patina of an abandoned gas station. I found it in the space between a sigh and the next breath. She is in the West that exists only

She poured my coffee black. “Honey,” she said, “that’s just what we call the hour before the heat hits.”

There is a color that exists only for twenty minutes at dusk. Painters call it Sienna —raw when it’s earthy, burnt when it’s been kissed by fire. But I was looking for Sienna West .