last wish home

[micah3801]

The light from the sun drips in auburn tinted drops onto the landscape, flooding his furrowed eyes with the glow. 
i agree with bryn as far as trimming this line
For a rare moment in time, as the cracks in the soil interweave in a diamond shaped pattern in the dry earth, coalescing into the terrain–

–he thinks that finally this life might be for him. He can make this life for him.
i love these italics. the difference between life being for him, and making life for him, is an interesting concept and one that could be expanded upon, that juxtaposition of being and making
The days have begun to feel like a song. A harpy, disjointed, strange sort of rhythm; fading in and out of tune.   

The brass spurs, as they clink against the stirrup;

Clink. Clink. Clink. 

Boiling water as it bubbles up and over the lid of the pot, droplets of water falling into the crackling fire.

He’d very badly like to go home one last time, he wants to try again. He can be different. 

Flipping a penny in the air, It lingers overhead.

The spinning and turning hesitates for a single second as it shines, casting its mark in a brief interlude.

Still, things are how they are. Once you've dug a grave for someone, they aren’t allowed to come back. 
i want 1 more italics in the same vein as the other two, and think the grave sentence or something similar could be one. 
He doesn't check what side the coin lands on. 

It’s already been pocketed and he’s saddled up on his horse in the opposite direction. 

Bound towards the perpetual sunset, and farther from what was once home.

i really like what you have going. what struck me first was use of adjectives (many) and use of ideas (very interesting). im interested to see edits if you decide to post them!