The sacred pipe of Palouse Falls is lit by the sun …

… even while the moon draws its stories onward as smoke …

Peregrine Falcon Perch Under the Early Morning Moon

The pipe burns all day above the life-giving waters …

Salamander Tadpole, Upper Palouse Falls

… and at dusk …

… it glows at its tip, with the heat of good tobacco, before going out and leaving the waters for creatures of dream …

… and the next day the same, and the next day, and all days together, and each different, and each unfolding into a story. I’ve come back changed.