Above this dry hill, the hawks roam. On its crest, the Saskatoons are blooming around old wetlands. The water is just over the hill.
Lower down, the water comes in rain now, and runs down deer trails, to collect in the footprints of deer coming and going on their mysterious business.
Remember, it’s a dry hill.
But four days after a rain, the deer footprint is still wet, as you can see below, and there’s a slug in it, guarding its eggs.
It is truly a beautiful world.