The owl flew ahead of me…
Around me the saguaros stood tall, for now silent. Yet I knew their voice, as do many other creatures of the desert: I was one of them.
Soon I reached the waterfall, and kneeling I drank from the deep pool. A lizard approached me, acknowledging he did not know what I was… I smiled. Soon the owl flew back, holding a small prey in his huge claws. The snow was coming.
Soon the desert would wear his winter mantle. My future belongs to him.
Image: Clarence John Laughlin – Homage to Paul Klee, 1955