Remembering Hannah--Dean's Fork Walk 2

I
looked back down where I'd been and reveled at the stripe of sunlight
still illuminating Hannah's old pasture. That big cut log to the left is
where I saw her last, on my birthday in July, 2016. That image is
burned into my mind. That was a day the animals came to me, too. Three
skunks and Hannah. They know.






There
was nothing like this moment, and it was one of those