The wind was strong and the storm raged. I was Xena, the black adventure cat with green eyes. I lived on a boat, traveling the desert southwest in a camper van with my human. But now, stuck in a motor yacht during a winter wind storm, I missed the desert.
The storm outside reminded me of the desert’s quiet. The desert was a place of sun, dry air, and freedom. It was where I belonged. It was where I could stretch and run, feeling the earth beneath my paws. My human and I explored the land together, crossing dunes and rocky cliffs.
The storm kept us apart from the desert. The boat swayed and the wind screamed. I walked through the yacht, the small space confining me. The world outside was a storm of white, cold, and ice. It was not the desert.
My human watched the storm, waiting. I could see the longing in his eyes. He missed the desert too. It was where we both felt alive. It was where we were free.
As the storm continued, I thought of the desert. I remembered the sun and the warm air, the silence of the sand. I wanted to be there. I wanted to leave this storm behind and return to the place I loved.
The storm would end. The sun would come back. When it did, we would leave this boat and return to the desert. We would travel and explore, chase the horizon, and live our lives. The storm was only temporary. The desert was waiting, and we would return.
Text by ChatGPT, images by MidJourney.