Last night we had a rather chaotic wind and rain storm. Itcame across from California. As a result of the dramatic weather, we had absolutely beautiful skies out Albuquerque way today. As the sun was setting, it was incredible. I wish I'd had my camera while out walking with Nikita, but I didn't. The mountains were illuminated, shadows were thrown, everything that was already golden; like fields & homes, literally lit up. The clouds were amazing, fluffy on top, yet heavy and heaving - like bison on the prairie, moving together with forceful purpose, yet, highly unpredictable. I loved it. Payne's gray bottoms with illuminated upper regions of orange/gold and pink - exquisite.
By having our wolf-hybrid "Wolfie," we learned to call these times "Wolfish," as in wild and wolfish weather: whipping, whistling, strong, engaging. She used to hold her muzzle to wind for scents; eyes closed, then jump around, pouncing in celebration, doing her "wolf dance" with leaves and dust spinning. I miss her badly.
