The earth wakes up to each day sheathes in pinks and lavender.  The light swirls around us like fairies, lighting on each and every thing…sliding down to lift up the browns and greys of the slowly fading night.

Then evening comes slanting the rays of sunbeams splashes rosey hues on the foothills of Grand Mesa

The dusk heighten in all the magic colors of the clouds, lighting the land in jewels:

burning rubies on the foothills, deep shadows of sapphire and amethyst

Smokey topaz, splashes of emerald trapped between burning orange and gold within the clouds

In the distance I hear early calls of the Coyotes…coyotes live forever, you understand.

Together Boomer and I walk upon the land; listening and watching, as the air cools on velvet wings.

From my world to your heart

Linda