Escorts

The place where we live is down a steep hill. When I leave to go back up the hill, there is always a raven waiting to escort me for the next mile. Quickly he is joined by six other ravens, and they seem to enjoy their role of guiding me safely past the cows and horses. They dive and climb and swerve from side to side.

Today we have a blue sky, so I am thinking of my friends in Colorado, while enjoying the New Mexico landscape.