Serene like a still lake shimmering in moonlight. I meditate.
Flashing red lights. The path deserted of life. We met on the bridge.
Summer grass still stands brown and yellow. Geese were in the east field.
Here’s this weeks clip from “The Awakening . . . “
I felt an eerie sensation come over me, like I could feel the ghosts of all who died here. Then a great sadness came over me as I could almost feel the fear, the anguish and the hopelessness when these soldiers knew they were not going to escape their fate. So many poor uneducated refugees from the Civil War with nowhere else to earn their keep other than the army. Most were just young farm boys who were derelicts of the times. Then I wondered how the Native Americans felt as they were hunted down and were systematically driven from their historic lands. It all made me sad. I noticed Hanna trying to discreetly wipe her eyes.
Winds blow cold in Wyoming. The desert dark and forbidding. Warm by the fire, I read a book.