Tuesday, February 7, 2012
The Long Shadows of A Late Afternoon in Winter
"Which way should we go?"
"Let's go up."
And we do. We follow the cows' paths, smooth and slim, erratic. Some of the paths are deep gulleys with mud rivulets where rain has gushed; some are sandy and smooth. We aren't the only ones who take these byways. There are coyote prints and dogs' prints, opossum and raccoon, crow, turkey and large feline prints that appear secretive, slow, stealthy.
In spots the air is cooler and lighter. We squint in the setting sun - which burns more fiercely as if recognizing its own sad passing below the horizon. Don't forget me. As the hour deepens, our shadows lengthen, soon so long it is as if we are following them home.