The Scotto Grotto (org)

Dreams of the Desert…It wasn’t too hot, traveling during twilight. Barefoot, I was walking a camel laden with goods to some distant destination. It was like walking on the beach.. My sweetheart was riding in front, scouting ahead and I had the tethers to both beasts in hand. I can still see her smile as she turned to me and confirmed that we were indeed heading in the proper direction. I don’t recall any other animals visible.. not a lizard on a rock or a fly in the air. The sun was low enough in the sky that everything was painted a shade of orange, and a sense of good feeling was in the air. There were a few palms (Dates? Coconuts? I don’t remember what sort) and an oasis with water rippling from a slight breeze.

Which desert was it? I’m not sure. It looked livable… not harsh or scrubby at all quite comforting, in fact. Maybe a good place to build a yurt… I would guess that the place we were heading would have ample supplies, and the kitty-boys would have plenty of room to run and play. I’m guessing they could chase more wakeful wildlife after the sun went all the way down.

On a completely different topic – Kitten “no hands” gallery

Well, with caravan thoughts on my mind, I’m off to work. Until later, dear journal.