A Little More June

Summertime journeys, I was thinking about, as I sped down the highway in my temperature-controlled box-on-wheels. Doing my best to stay out of the June heat. Crossing a bit of bridge over a slow-moving creek in the blink of an eye. Thinking about long-gone travelers out in the hot wind.  Squinting at black clouds in the west or a line of dark green that meant water for you and the stock and/or getting yourselves & your wagon from one bank to another.

Meadowlarks. Sun beating down. Grasses, blowing, brushing, catching in your skirts.  Butterflies swooping. Iron & wood wheels turning. Four-leggers plodding, walking, walking alongside their two-leggers, walking alongside a wagon carrying all the folks could pack into it, all they'd have to get along with in the next chapter of their lives.  uff da.