The kit fox emerges, and the jack rabbit, and the great horned owl. The darkling beetle wakes with the dawn. The sun calls a black-throated sparrow. The bleached lizard runs from an approaching foot, Nike imprint in the sand.
Leaves of cottonwood track the surface from a wind-tossed limb. The primrose petals radiate; the jack rabbit and coyote run. Water binds the gypsum desert only inches from the surface.
Sure, it’s a long way to the trout streams, but wait… As water binds the particles of gypsum, water urges every dune’s crest into motion, blowing on the wind toward the places we know and love.
Imagine night-walking with a full moon overhead, the starkness and the hazard now soft and beautiful…