Also of note: The cool breeze just before you crest a hill or come around a corner and suddenly there is nothing but down. The thrum of wings as things move from thorny tumbleweed to living shrub only a shade greener, the birds blushing pink at their own impudence. The warty surface of red sandstone as it...very slowly...rejects purple ironstone pellets.
2 comments:
Nice images, Ariel: the verbal as well as the visual. I like the way they appeal to several senses.
Yes, great images, A.
Just think how fast you would've been cresting hills with me along. :)
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