An angry Llano Estacado awaits Cooper and me as we work our way into the morning prairie. Stiff easterly winds chill the 38°F air to near freezing. Ominous clouds race across the sky, keeping the sun from its appointed life-sustaining duties. The Southern Great Plains of Eastern New Mexico is a landscape of shadow dancers.
We seek out a Siberian Elm grove for shelter and a respite from the winds. The raw wind moving through the trees whispers a somber song mourning the Llano’s drought and winter weather casualties.
Unexpectedly, a Meadow Lark inserts a joyful melody into the dirge permeating the prairie. A patch of blue pushes through the dark canopy. The denizens of the moody Llano Estacado will not be denied their journey into spring.
© Ilija Lukić 2011