This morning’s sunrise seemed to dance and shimmer along the eastern horizon—coloring the snow clouds, with a pirouette, of brilliant color.
So different from the brilliance of the setting sun last evening. At that point in time the air smelt of dried corn stalks and the sharp tang of summer brushes (sagebrush, chico, and rabbit), as they each, separately cooled down their sap; making their roots warm, ever so warm to hold them through the winter.
As the darkness rose up to to meet that stunning descent of yesterday’s sun. We walked back home, pushed along by a bitter wind. What little warmth on the land being quickly sucked up by the coming of the night.
From my world to your heart,