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.
Let the River Run 
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. 🙂
Ooooh I like that…. the womb of Serenity, floating on a cloud of dreams. I like that very very much.