Blacktail Deer Plateau Roma woman

She shifted past him, to her altars. And began tò clean and dust their stones. Blue eyes on stone.

Plants were tossed and fresh were placed. She hummed softly under her breath. An old croony toon her grandma would hum.

She left him to his silence. He would speak when ready and not a moment before. She finally finished her tasks and found the brightest patch of sunlight through trees and plopped herself down. Stretching out and wiggling to get comfortable. Eyes half closed.