Sarah Dendy
Stories (3/0)
Bird, Rattlesnake, and Rain
I miss the shortgrass prairie. I miss the landscape falling apart into broken red rocks, in a blaze in early September. I miss the scorching sunlight, gusts of wind and low-flying hawks, and chirps from prairie dog towns. I miss abrupt, stony cascades, where no water ever does cascade, except in flash floods.
By Sarah Dendy2 years ago in Earth
Robbie
If you’ve never been up at dawn, and walked a curving road through old-growth forest, and looked up to see distant mountain peaks, perhaps encountering on your path a small frog, or a massive mule deer, or a thrush with a voice like a whistle, then I want to say that I highly recommend the experience, and that it is enhanced if it ends by encountering a small, soft, elderly roan horse, looking for breakfast.
By Sarah Dendy2 years ago in Petlife