8.22.15 The dew was so thick and wet , we left tracks

Around 7 this morning I took the young Shepherd down to the river, to walk along the arroyo.

The dew was so thick and wet , we left tracks, and could see the tracks of deer and fox and coyote and smaller beings , who, earlier than us, crossed the path quietly , and made their way down to the river to drink their fill, perhaps to bathe.

The sun rose and lingered behind one glorious complex cloud , that I met up with when I got up, and greeted once again near the waters, all fish scaled with mare's tails , really a spectacular show , breezing by, as the sun rose and it's warmth melted away the wet of the grasses, the paths of creatures hidden once again, and we got on with our day.