Wapun Meadow and sit with their pictures until they grow o-o-o-o-old

@Tusk

the grey slurry of last night gave way to a silvery-yellow dawn -- which in turn evolved into a blustery spring day. light snow fell in intermittent swaths, rippling incandescently across the meadow.

the nightshade prowled, her ears bent to the earth. somewhere under snow, the chittering of snowbound mice. astara listened, listened, listened, froze ...

and pounced headfirst into the snowpack.