Fresh Tracks

Two days after a final summer rain wiped the slate clean, the still moist Earth tells the tales of yesterday's adventures. A deer strolled through the edge of the cotton field in search, perhaps, of a soybean meal from the field next door. Coyotes snuck through a freshly disced watermelon field, in all likelihood, stalking dinner. A crane danced through the puddles near the edge of Buffalo ditch, and a bevy of birds gathered at a makeshift watering hole for refreshment.

Like a butterfly emerging from the darkness of a cocoon, beauty is always revealed after the rain, if not in the skies above, then on the Earth beneath.