Needles, part 2

As I sit outside in the sleepy light, the shadows stretching from awakening slumber, the heat does not heed their call… yet.

I hear the cry “why why why” of Gamble Quail and see them running, red topknots ablaze against the gray dirt-rock. They whistle to me.

Soon, soon…. the desert cold will fall around us all.

2 thoughts on “Needles, part 2

  1. And River Birchy girl and little balls of fluff will soon be curled up inside the womb of Serenity, floating on a cloud in dreams. 🙂

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