The sunlight in October is less intense and blinding than earlier in August.
The sun peeks sideways at us, not directly overhead or quite as hot as Hades.
I can see this mid-day in October instead of squinting blindly into the haze and heat.
She stands at the end of the driveway and at first I think she floats above the road.
She seems lifted with light shining from below.
A fawn stands staring at me as I stand staring at her.
Her outline is vaporous and charged with light. Her belly glows.
Caliche snows upward from below us, bouncing off her belly and the cenizo.
Limestone dust flurries as she startles and leaps into the field her curiosity abated.
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