Redsand Canyon a new home

This place was all he could have dreamed of. He’d had to find his way down, of course, which had taken some time, but now that he was finally down inside the canyon, he never wanted to leave again. He wanted to explore every nook and cranny of the place. Every rock, every tunnel, every particle of sand. It was quiet here except for the eerie howl of wind through the rock formations. He imagined it in summer, hot and red and full of the laughter of others. He wished his family were here to see this place—to know that a new home did exist. He smiled as he continued on, but the smile was a sad one. He hoped his family found him soon.