Before too awful long, Spirit will step on that awfully (wondrously) long dreadlock and leave the whole strand lying on the basin ground, draped over shadscale or tangled in sage. Maybe the birds will use it to line their nests (though nest building may already be on the wane now?). Maybe I’ll find it on some future hike and wonder at the stories it could tell, the gusting spring wind and cool pond water, growing and growing and giving uniqueness to its bearer … until gone from its host and finding new life with other creatures. … The tangled web – or mane – of life.
Spring Creek Basin Mustangs 
You are deep for me today.
Ha. 🙂 Sometimes, I like to wax more poetic.
I love how mother nature operates! Your words are poetic TJ and thought provoking. All of this crazy wind must be happening for a reason. Meanwhile the mustangs carry on in their wonderful rhythm.
I hope it means that we’ll get drenched with monsoon rains again this summer … though that still seems a long way off!
Nature is wonderful!
Yes, indeed she is. 🙂
Beaut! We are all intertwined, connected🌺💗
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Absolutely. 🙂
Cool, TJ. The “cycle of life” in a simple mustang braid. Well said and such a testament to the fact that nature wastes nothing!
Thanks, Sue!