Bears Ears XXII
With the top off of the tent, the dawn comes up in luscious/delicious hews. It contrasts lovely with the green cottonwood leaves, which now hang still.
I’ve heard these leaves several times during the night. Any gentle breeze will dislodge their songs. These tenacious beings possess various strategies for fertility. Now, it’s not so much the fluffy white fairies that launch and float amongst us, accumulating, settling like snow, which will last years and be blanketed with fallen leaves. But in this night, fall tiny masses of what sounds like raindrops. Awoken by their sound, I look outside of our net nest looking for clouds. Puzzled, I find stars, no emerging downpour, no problems to deal with alarmed in the middle of the night.
My partner’s presence places a warm feeling in my heart, so I roll over to gaze upon sleeping DF. She is not so much a peaceful sleeping beauty tonight, but blissfully conked out. Camping and hiking keeps us busy and our recovery time is dear.
The Free Range Naturist 