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Friday, December 30, 2011

Crystal Solace

Cooper and I slide into the prairie just after daybreak. Uniformly somber skies devoid of cloud patterns sprinkle light mists onto the slumbering Llano Estacado. The meager moisture does nothing to mitigate the ravages of drought in the bone dry environs. With air temperatures below the freezing point, weather conditions are ripe for transforming the bleak landscape into a land of enchantment.

The first to show appreciation of the damp breath of winter are the grasses. They quickly saturate and turn gray, freeze-dried hues into splendiferous rust and gold color tapestries. The freezing muzzle also starts to accentuate prairie vegetation with lucent coats of that alluring allotrope of water--ice. It dresses chollas to the nines. It modifies Wax Goldenweed skeletons into bejeweled scepters for prairie royalty. It converts cholla stems and branches into rhinestone cowboys. I pause to admire lustrous jewels of ice on rough shells of yucca pods. Their beauty amazes and energizes my spirit.

The frosty solitude seems to dampen Cooper’s urges to scamper across the prairie. His steps are deliberate. He pauses often and we listen to the whispers on the wind. They carry a message of hope and solace. This time of adversity shall pass.

© Ilija Lukić 2011

Llano Estacado Horizon

Crystal Solace

Frosty Solitude

Diamonds On The Rough

Dressed To The Nines

Whispers On The Wind

Rhinestone Cowboys

Ruffled Passage

A Touch Of Class

Bejeweled Scepter

Splendiferous Straw

Lucent Adversity

Prairie Portal

Freezing Mizzle Bath

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