Midnight
spirit!
Mountain shadows shade to deep purple in
dark seeping hours after midnight when the desert sands cool-out in a
blue-black silver pin light canopy as cool wind favors toward a cold chill.
Cabin sized rounded boulders in a giant jumble
reflect indirect starlight illumining softness; nature’s own magician’s trick-of-misdirection
disguising the cold, hard reality of unkempt chaos of the strewn gargantuans
suggesting a vacant logical order to the enigma. They invite “fun” for the climbing
and exploring to any of a curious purpose filled with Appreciation for an awesome adventure. The shapes and shadows, a
black-white daguerreotype wraith-of-stealth in the near-of-darkness, like
nectar to the ambitious bee, tempts a yearning, demanding
satisfaction-of-the-spirit desire. A silent ancient spirit portal-call of the Anasazi to awaken Appreciation before it is, indeed, soon-too-late for innocent curiosity to defy coming
sophisticated adult negative
reasoning thus demanding a proper
consideration of logic to affirm some accepted
behavior.
Refined ears perked in a forward
attention at the piqued-note howl of a lonesome coyote skulking in the grey
shaded-shadows of obfuscated foothills issuing a lamenting reverie for a hopeful
sought-after mate or the recall to a scattered pack of kin and cousins offering
a “meeting-of-the-minds” to entertain a hunting foray en-masse though the usual modus-operandi
of the species requires stealth in aloof aloneness in the fun chase of some quarry.
Sa-kam-ta instinctively
processed the “howl” instantly determining its direction and distance along
with a translation-in-meaning to the intent
of the eerie call-in-the-night.
The mountain bred mustang flared wide
nostrils testing the proximate aromas hanging on cold, thin air immediately
concluding nothing amiss in his immediacy, as he had well anticipated and
expected; the wild “dog” was at least a half-mile off, across the wide arroyo,
sitting on a shadowed-boulder surveying his immediate surroundings as he surveilled
the rugged terrain for a rabbit or rodent which might well serve as “dinner” or
simply waiting to slake a thirst from the stream. Sometimes, Sa-kam-ta knew, intuitively, the wild in the coyote simply demanded a
“howl”-in-the-night to forestall a feeling of total loneliness and abandonment.(Part 2 of 2 Tomorrow)
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