Wednesday, November 13, 2024

Midnight-spirit! (Part 1 of 2)

 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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